Maritime Martyrs ?
The humanitarian crisis in Gaza is mostly hype and hoax for all the “Useful Idiots” all over the world. Watch this and listen up! And let “all the poisons that lurk in the mud hatch out!”
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Talk with G-d!
The collection of the innocence of youth is stored somewhere in me. I used to converse freely with Hashem. I would express myself to him with complete openness, withholding nothing. Kids don’t know how to censor…
Unlike Adults. I censor even when I try or think I am “trying” to speak to G-d. G-d, my Creator who sees all, knows all, “speaks and does”. That truly doesn’t make sense. But that is what I do.
My son used to have a trumpet teacher who told him a useful piece of truism. “Practice doesn’t make perfect, it makes permanent.”
Now I need to undo 45 years of furiously practicing the censor-cover-up thing.
What are the preliminaries? According to Rabbi Shalom Arush in a book called Garden of Emunah, translated by Rabbi Lazer Brody, EMUNAH is the ticket. Once you have Emunah you can go far.
But, only up to the threshold. To enter one must Talk With G-d; Hisbodedus or Hitbodedut, depending on your Jewish persuasion.
I have some level of Emunah. I do believe that Hashem runs the world. That everything that happens is ultimately for the Good, even if it doesn’t seem that way. Everything is a test. And passing the test means I get to move up the ladder closer to Hashem. If I fail the test or try not to show up for it, I’m going down. The ladder, that is.
We were all sent here to correct some peccadillo and we will return again and again, to the same place, exactly….unless I can pass the test (42 tests to be more precise).
Knowing what G-d wants of me is at least part of the test. But I think I need to ask. I need to ask for His help in knowing what that is and then ask for His help to carry it out. Engage in a conversation with G-d; Hisbodedus or Hitbodedut, (depending on your Jewish persuasion.)
It is harder than you think. Try it. I am, and I realize I need to crawl out from under the 45 year old pile of …schmutz that I have hidden under all these years.
I want to go back "to the garden".
With His help…
Unlike Adults. I censor even when I try or think I am “trying” to speak to G-d. G-d, my Creator who sees all, knows all, “speaks and does”. That truly doesn’t make sense. But that is what I do.
My son used to have a trumpet teacher who told him a useful piece of truism. “Practice doesn’t make perfect, it makes permanent.”
Now I need to undo 45 years of furiously practicing the censor-cover-up thing.
What are the preliminaries? According to Rabbi Shalom Arush in a book called Garden of Emunah, translated by Rabbi Lazer Brody, EMUNAH is the ticket. Once you have Emunah you can go far.
But, only up to the threshold. To enter one must Talk With G-d; Hisbodedus or Hitbodedut, depending on your Jewish persuasion.
I have some level of Emunah. I do believe that Hashem runs the world. That everything that happens is ultimately for the Good, even if it doesn’t seem that way. Everything is a test. And passing the test means I get to move up the ladder closer to Hashem. If I fail the test or try not to show up for it, I’m going down. The ladder, that is.
We were all sent here to correct some peccadillo and we will return again and again, to the same place, exactly….unless I can pass the test (42 tests to be more precise).
Knowing what G-d wants of me is at least part of the test. But I think I need to ask. I need to ask for His help in knowing what that is and then ask for His help to carry it out. Engage in a conversation with G-d; Hisbodedus or Hitbodedut, (depending on your Jewish persuasion.)
It is harder than you think. Try it. I am, and I realize I need to crawl out from under the 45 year old pile of …schmutz that I have hidden under all these years.
I want to go back "to the garden".
With His help…
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
The Days after Pesach
The Days after Pesach are a combination of coming down and counting up!
The wonderful anticipation of something great about to happen. The Pesach seder; a reliving of the moment of our freedom.
When I was a little girl, I used to cry about the fact that I was a slave in Mitzrayim, Egypt; toiling under the whip to build Pithom and Ramses. Little babies used as mortar between the stones. Wicked taskmasters getting their jollies torturing my people. And then we witness the makkos, the plagues to which all the Jews were only spectators. And then we take the Egyptian god and slaughter it under the noses of our Egyptian neighbors. I think at that moment we were truly free.
This is all very true and at the same time, quite esoteric. But wait! There's more! We are set free and we left with untold riches and we waltz through the Yam Suf, the Sea of Reeds, dry shod, while our oppressors in hot pursuit " scream, "I will pursue, I will overtake, I will divide plunder, I will unsheathe my sword, my hands will impoverish them." (Does this ring a bell? Think current events.) "Then the Alm-ghty blew with his wind and the sea enshrouded them. The mighty ones sank like lead in the waters." With all the Egyptians dead on the seashore, Moshe Rabbeinu leads us to Har Sinai to get the most valuable treasure of all, the Torah.
But in order to get the Torah, we must count up 1, 2, 3, ...to 49 and reverse the 49 levels of impurity that was our station, the lowest station possible, before we would be irredeemable (no, the Jews are not coupons)
What a ride!!! And we're not finished yet!
As a matter of fact a Jew is never finished. That is the beauty of being Jewish.
The wonderful anticipation of something great about to happen. The Pesach seder; a reliving of the moment of our freedom.
When I was a little girl, I used to cry about the fact that I was a slave in Mitzrayim, Egypt; toiling under the whip to build Pithom and Ramses. Little babies used as mortar between the stones. Wicked taskmasters getting their jollies torturing my people. And then we witness the makkos, the plagues to which all the Jews were only spectators. And then we take the Egyptian god and slaughter it under the noses of our Egyptian neighbors. I think at that moment we were truly free.
This is all very true and at the same time, quite esoteric. But wait! There's more! We are set free and we left with untold riches and we waltz through the Yam Suf, the Sea of Reeds, dry shod, while our oppressors in hot pursuit " scream, "I will pursue, I will overtake, I will divide plunder, I will unsheathe my sword, my hands will impoverish them." (Does this ring a bell? Think current events.) "Then the Alm-ghty blew with his wind and the sea enshrouded them. The mighty ones sank like lead in the waters." With all the Egyptians dead on the seashore, Moshe Rabbeinu leads us to Har Sinai to get the most valuable treasure of all, the Torah.
But in order to get the Torah, we must count up 1, 2, 3, ...to 49 and reverse the 49 levels of impurity that was our station, the lowest station possible, before we would be irredeemable (no, the Jews are not coupons)
What a ride!!! And we're not finished yet!
As a matter of fact a Jew is never finished. That is the beauty of being Jewish.
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