On a misty, cold and windy Jerusalem morning last week, I took a drive out to the Dead Sea.
I read something a few weeks ago saying that bathing in sea water regularly helps to neutralise radioactivity from the human body, which also suggested that the Dead Sea is probably the single best place you can go, to do that naturally.
I had kind of been coming to a similar conclusion myself, in a hazy way, but it was very good to see someone else putting that out there.
So, I girded my loins, and arranged a trip to the Dead Sea.
Usually by the end of February, the weather in Israel is already pretty sunny, and starting to heat up the thermometer.
But not this year.
This year, we’ve had grey skies, mists, tons of rain (Baruch Hashem!), snow, hail – and also a lot of wind. So much wind, that my garden is totally wrecked from it all, and there’s not much I can do to tidy it up, because we are in the middle of shmittah, here in the Holy Land.
But I digress.
Optimist that I am, I invited two friends to come with, and one of those friends (who is not a ‘Rav’ person) invited three more of her friends.
The day before the trip, that everyone was so looking forward to, and so in need of, physically and emotionally, all the people who are not ‘with the Rav’ got hit with different complications and issues, which meant they couldn’t do it.
The mother of one woman broke her leg….another woman suddenly got overwhelmed with work and had to cancel her holiday day….another woman got overwhelmed with life, and just couldn’t cope with anything ‘extra’ to deal with, not even something nice…. and the last woman woke up feeling really ill, and just ended up spending the day in bed, recuperating.
So, me and my one ‘Rav person’ friend were the only ones who ended up driving down to the Dead Sea, for some R&R last week.
Given the dramatic way everyone else’s plans had blown up, we were talking about how lucky and blessed we were, that we’d managed to actually do it.
And that’s when I realised, not for the first time, that when you are attached to a real, live Tzaddik, life is just so much sweeter and nicer.
The whole world is so full of din and harsh judgement right now, that if you aren’t figuring out a way to get that sweetened – that really works – it’s almost impossible to cope with ‘life’.
As we drove down the decline to the Dead Sea area, the sun started to shine, and the temperature went up a good 8 degrees.
Or to put it another way, we drove out of dark and depressing ‘winter’ and into glorious ‘spring’, in about two minutes.
Israel is mamash like that – every city, every small area, has its own weather going on.
But it was still really blustery.
So blustery, in fact, that when we got down to the beach, there were foot-high waves whipping the coastline to a mineral foam.
Or to put it another way, the ‘Dead Sea’ was the most ‘alive’ I’ve ever seen it.
It’s the winds of change, my friend told me, with a smile on her face.
Ah, the winds of change.
This friend came with me a few times to say some Tikkun Haklalis outside the Ramla prison in the middle of the summer, when it was stifling hot outside.
Each time we got to the prison, there would be a weird ‘wind’ blowing the trees around there – even on a day when it was totally calm, everywhere else.
I recognised that wind from Musrara – it’s the ‘wind of change’ that shows up not infrequently, when the Rav is praying with the community on Ido HaNavi street.
And now, here it was again, churning the Dead Sea to foam and giving us a lot of absolutely gorgeous scenery to look at, while we soaked our feet in the Dead Sea detox.
We had a great time, that morning.
It gave us both a lot of koach and strength to continue, and to push back against all the dark clouds of despair and doubt, that are trapping so many people in a bad place, at the moment.
And we both felt in our bones, that the only reason we seem to be sailing through this period of time, actually in a pretty good place in so many ways, is because of our attachment to Rav Berland.
In the middle of writing this, I got sent some more information about what’s going on in Uman right now, particularly with the Rav’s students.
You remember, that the Rav has said repeatedly that Uman is safe, and that people should just stay put, as Putin isn’t interested in hurting civilians or the Jewish community?
According to first-hand information, there are a number of the Rav’s students still in Uman, and they are doing fine and are in really good spirits.
Not only that, a lot of Jewish ‘refugees’ from other parts of the Ukraine are also now in Uman, staying in the many kosher hotels that are there, and waiting out the fighting.
This is what I’m being told.
The point is: when you’re following a real Tzaddik – after you’ve done your necessary due diligence to make sure they really ARE a true Tzaddik, and not just a high-level faker – life just gets so much easier to bear.
I saw that at the Dead Sea, and the Rav’s students in Uman are also experiencing that.
But there are literally hundreds of examples I can give, just from my own life, where I have seen the ‘sweetening affect’ of being part of Rav Berland’s community.
(I’m talking spiritually here – I don’t live in the area anymore, and I have no kids in the Shuvu Banim school system. The connection is spiritual, and anyone can connect to the Rav from anywhere in the world. It’s all just a matter of intention.)
We live in interesting times, exciting times.
Even the ‘Dead Sea’ is starting to come alive….
It’s a good portent of things to come.
But the next few weeks and months are probably going to be extremely challenging.
Two days ago, my daughter caught up with a triple-jabbed friend of hers, that she hasn’t spoken to for a while.
The girl is 18, and is now in the early stages of unexplained kidney failure. She’s currently in the hospital undergoing three days of tests, so the doctors can pretend they are doing something to help her.
For over a year, I was petrified that my daughters would succumb to the non-stop barrage of propaganda about the Covid shots; or buckle under the strain of all the coercion to ‘get the jab’, to take the shot, like nearly all of their friends did.
Ima, I know so many people who had it, and they are all fine!!!
If I had a shekel for every time I heard that…. I probably still couldn’t afford to buy a toilet in overpriced Jerusalem.
In the meantime, I just kept praying, and just kept paying small, but regular pidyonot with the Rav when we’d hit a particularly sticky point, and Baruch Hashem, God kept sending my girls ways to dodge ‘the jab’, while still fully participating in school and society.
It was mamash, miraculous.
The last few months, both of the girls – and many of their double-jabbed friends – have come round to the point of view that there is something very ‘off’ with the Covid 19 shots.
These days, very few people are running to take any more of them.
But that still doesn’t mean that most people are accepting that the Covid shots can kill you, and / or make you really, really ill.
I have a feeling that is about to change.
After that phone call, my daughter turned to me with thoughtful eyes, and asked me:
Ima, do you think what my friend has could be because of the Covid shots?
Unexplained kidney failure in an otherwise totally healthy 18 year old girl with no other issues?
But who had three shots of toxic ‘gene therapy’ designed to totally overwhelm the body’s immune system, in some way, so the ‘nanotech’ can establish itself and take over?
It sounds – at the very least – like a plausible hypothesis.
I really like this girl.
I’m really sorry this is happening to her.
I also know that her family were one of the biggest critics of the Rav, over the last few years, and that my daughter would come back from their home believing a bunch of terrible lies told by the lying media, which caused no end of pain and tension between me and my kid.
The last two years, I saw a very strong correlation between ‘people who totally believed the media lies about Rav Berland’ and ‘people who went totally cuckoo over Covid 19’
It’s a free world.
Everyone can come to their own conclusions, and choose their own path.
And that sounds like a good place to end.
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