American doctors speak out about COVID-19

My friend just sent me this.

More and more doctors are starting to speak out about all the lies being told about COVID-1984.

Quickly go and listen to this, before it gets taken down again.

Facebook already took it down.

Youtube has already taken it down.

But you can still see / listen to it on Instagram (it’s not shmirat eynayim friendly).

https://5townscentral.com/2020/07/27/american-doctors-address-covid-19-misinformation/

BH, things are being sweetened….

But here in Israel, the forces of darkness currently have the strongest grip.

But hopefully, not for too much longer.

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I’m feeling totally exhausted, and I need to have a break for a few days, no internet, no emailing, no blogging, nothing.

BH, I will be back after Tisha B’av.

I have the strange feeling something ‘big’ may change over the next few days.

Hopefully for the good.

Let’s see.

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Too many lies to count

Remember three years ago, when Rav Berland said this:

“The more falsehood there is, the more that the truth will be revealed in a clearer way. The truth will be revealed in the end. As much as the sheker (falsehood, lies) will be spread in the world, more sheker, more falsehood to fool everyone, that’s the degree that the truth will be revealed in the end.

They didn’t tell all of the lies yet. It’s only the beginning…”

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Well, he was right.

The lies are coming so thick and fast, that I can’t keep up with them anymore, and trying to do so is making my head spin.

Right now, here’s what I need to be focussing on:

Getting One in a Generation #3 written and out.

Because that’s what is really getting things to move towards a sweeter geula.

The week I started pulling it all together, Ghislaine Maxwell got arrested (after a year of nothing…) and Epstein and Barak are back in the news.

When the ‘truth’ gets told in that area, the whole pack of cards will fall, including all this stuff about fake pandemics, fake second waves, fake science, fake ‘proof’ for we all need to be vaccinated against our wills…. All of it will fall.

So, that’s what I need to be focusing my efforts on, right now.

That means the next few days will probably be slow posting on the blog, or brief posts, FYI.

In the meantime, here’s what another switched-on reader sent me:

https://healthimpactnews.com/2020/dr-meryl-nass-discovers-hydroxychloroquine-experiments-were-designed-to-kill-covid-patients-how-many-were-murdered/

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Here’s a taster of what is says:

Dr. Meryl Nass has uncovered a hornet’s nest of government sponsored Hydroxychloroquine experiments that were designed to kill severely ill, Covid-19 hospitalized patients.

On June 14th Dr. Nass first identified two Covid-19 experiments in which massive, high toxic doses – four times higher than safe of hydroxychloroquine were being given to severely ill hospitalized patients in intensive care units.

  • Solidarity was being conducted by the World Health Organization, on 3500 Covid-19 patients at 400 hospitals, across 35 countries. The trial was suspended following the fraudulent Surgisphere report in The Lancet that claimed 35% higher death rates in patients receiving Hydroxychloroquine. But when The Lancet retracted the report, the WHO resumed the Solidarity trial. More than 100 countries expressed interest in participating in the trial.
  • Recovery experiment used very similar doses. It was sponsored by the Wellcome Trust (GlaxoSmithKline) and the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation and the UK government. The experiment was conducted at Oxford University, on 1,542 patients of these 396 patients (25.7%) who were in the high dose Hydroxychloroquine arm, died.

Update: After Dr. Nass’ discovery was publicly disseminated, the WHO suspended the trial on Wednesday June 17th.

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There’s still a way to go, before enough of the lies are exposed to bring the house of cards down.

But each day, we’re making more progress, Baruch Hashem.

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Stupid words

Rabbenu famously taught that even ‘stupid words’ – mila de’shtuta – have a spiritual value.

It’s slow posting on the blog at the moment, for a few different reasons. I’m collecting the material for OIAG3, and that is taking a lot of time (and also, getting a lot of things to start moving, behind the scenes….).

And I’m also trying to make the most of every moment before the Three Weeks begins, to get out of the house and visit kivrei Tzaddikim, and to do a bunch of things that have been on my list for a long time, before the authorities use the fake Corona ‘second wave’ to try to close it all down again.

And lastly, I have so very much to write, so very much to share, that I kind of don’t know where to start.

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We’re all totally in limbo at the moment.

Stuck between what was, and what will be.

And that’s a very hard place to be in, mentally. Human beings do so much better, mentally, when they have some form of certainty – even when it’s ‘bad’ – than when they have no idea what’s coming next, and how to try to prepare themselves mentally for it.

So, that’s why we’re all stressed and atzbani at the moment – frustrated, upset, angry, lacking patience.

It’s totally normal and natural to be feeling this way right now, so let’s all keep giving ourselves – and others – a break.

That still means we apologise when we act like a nob to other people, and that we take responsibility for our actions, but in a laid-back way that doesn’t dramatise stuff, over over-hype things.

No big deal. Really.

Even if it really is the end of the world.

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A really helpful part of this coping strategy is what Rabbenu calls ‘stupid words’, or mila de-shtuta.

The Na-Nach guys are really good at mila de-shtuta. They’ve taken this part of Rabbenu’s Torah, and raised it to an art-form, as you can you can see a little in the clip below:

 

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Here’s what Rabbenu says in Likutey Moharan 2:24:

Mitzvah gadoleh l’hiot b’simcha – it’s a great mitzvah, to be happy at all times, and to invest all of our effort into banishing sadness and depression. All illnesses that befall a person are solely caused by a lack of joy…..

….And though a broken heart is very precious, this should be contained to a specific time. One should set aside a specific time everyday to break one’s heart and express oneself before God, as brought elsewhere. But one should be joyous for the rest of the day. One can more easily fall into depression from a broken heart, than one came become frivolous on account of happiness, for the distance between a broken heart and depression is less.

Therefore, one must be happy at all times, except for the specific time at which one should have a broken heart.

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So, in our hitbodedut, that’s the time to feel all the pain around the Coronavirus scam, all the corruption in Israel and elsewhere, all the evil billionaires, all the blind sheeple, the fact that the Rav is still in prison…

And to even cry about all these things.

But then, the other 23 hours a day, we have to brush ourselves off, and make EVERY EFFORT to pull ourselves out of feeling broken-hearted about the state of the world.

That’s where dancing and clapping come in.

I challenge you to spend even a minute dancing to this, below, and you’ll see how it instantly lifts your mood:

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The spiritual reason for this is that dancing and clapping ameliorates the harsh spiritual judgments at their root, as he explains in Lesson 1:169 of Likutey Moharan:

When there are troubles, whether collectively or personally, it is impossible to dance….

…[A]meliorating judgments is accomplished by a person judging himself. In other words, we must judge and assess ourselves, by ourselves, about everything that we do – for everything, whether it was appropriate to act like that. We must analyze our actions and improve them appropriately, in line with the law and judgment of the Torah.

By judging and assessing oneself, one ameliorates and nullifies judgment Above, for, “When there is judgment below, there is no judgment Above. And when judgment is ameliorated, the blood leaves the feet, and joy can then spread through them, moving a person to dance.

In other words, the dancing is a type of spiritual short-cut, that ameliorates judgments Above.

And when we can’t dance – or don’t dance – it’s because we are weighed down by spiritual judgments.

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And then, there’s the mila de-shtuta stuff, too.

Rabbenu talks about that in Lesson 2:48 – which is really a beautiful lesson, about not despairing about what’s going on, and not giving up on ourselves, and just continuing to strengthen ourselves again, and again and again, and to not believe that God is rejecting us, and our prayers and our service.

BH, if I have time I will try to copy it out in full below, as an update to this post.

But in the meantime, here’s the nugget that’s most relevant to now:

[L]ive with the lesson in Likutey Moharan 1:282 [aka AZAMRA!], which is to search and seek and find within ourselves some merit, some good point. And with this good point that we find within ourselves, to rejoice and encourage ourselves. We should not give up on what we’ve already attained [spiritually], even if we’ve fallen away from it to wherever we have fallen.

Even so, we should encourage ourselves with the little bit of good that we still find within ourselves, until in this way, we merit to return completely to God, so that all the intentional sins will be transformed to merits (Yoma 86b).

From what the Baal Shem Tov did at sea, when the Evil Inclination tried to confuse him, we can understand how much we must encourage ourselves not to despair of ourselves, no matter what happens to us.

The most important thing is to be happy at all times, making ourselves happy in any way possible, even by means of foolishness, acting like a fool and doing foolish and merry-making things. Or simply jumping and dancing in order to reach joy, which is a very great thing.

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Ad kan, Rabbenu.

I know it’s hard at the moment. I know it’s tough. I’m feeling the strain myself too, believe me. That’s why I keep running off to Kivrei Tzaddikim every day or two, and trying to make an effort to dance for at least 5 minutes most days (but especially when I’m starting to feel down), and also, why I’m giving myself permission to watch videos like this, below (shmirat eynayim friendly).

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Whatever is going to keep my ‘happy’ and functioning, that’s what I’m going to do right now.

Until the evil starts to fall all by itself.

And trust me, dear reader. That point is so much closer than it currently looks.

We just need to hold on a tiny bit longer.

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PS: If you’re emailing me, and I haven’t responded, give me a little time to come back to you. I have a lot on my plate at the mo, so even responding to emails is a little more than I can manage at the moment. Thank you!

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Bibi, you are NOT going to make me fat

 

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Motherland Bounce

A little light relief, in the middle of all the madness.

Breslov Rapper Nissim Black just came out with a new song, and I have to say… I’m loving it!

But I really hope he didn’t move back to the US because of the tough time he got all over the place in the frum community here. That seems to be the underlying theme of the song, but see what you think.

 

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UPDATE:

This great interview with Nissim just got released, and it’s very interesting for a lot of reasons. And BH, he’s still in the Holyland…

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Going home to Uman

Last week, I had a little nervous breakdown.

The only reason it was little, as opposed to BIG, is because on Thursday morning I told my husband that if I didn’t make it out to Uman for Shabbat, I was probably going to crack up into a million pieces.

The warning signs had been gathering steam for two weeks, but we were deep in a massive cash crunch, so there was just no way I could get to Uman. Then on Tuesday, I was chasing some receipts for my husband’s end of year when we realized we’d been accidentally overcharged for something by 4, 000 shekels – the cost of spending Shabbat in Uman.

So, my husband asked for repayment, and Thursday morning, we booked the flight.

Thank God, because I was in such a low place by that point, I felt like the sky was falling in.

Usually, I’m pretty open about what sparks all this stuff off, and I can tell you that I’m definitely dealing with a million and one big stressors at the moment, that have all been depleting my strength and challenging me. I’ll list them here, to make it neat, but that’s not really what sent me off the deep end.

  • I have to move apartment by end of Feb, and still haven’t found somewhere.
  • I have to complete the purchase of an apt in Harish by end of Feb, and the bank turned down the mortgage.
  • I have to complete my ‘Crush your stress’ masterclass (haha!) and start marketing it properly.
  • I have to somehow figure out tickets for trips to the US and UK for family simchas.
  • My kid wants to drop out of school again.
  • My other kid is leaving her National Service half way through the year

All these stressors could easily pass for ‘the reason I’m cracking up’, and in the past, I’ve made the mistake of thinking they are the root cause of my emotional distress.

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But last week, I realized they are just the icing, not the cake.

The stuff that was really causing me to crack up last week is far more intangible. It just runs so deep, and goes to the heart of this whole idea of what I’m really meant to be doing in the world.

After 46 years, I realized that I’m still the perpetual weirdo, that I’m never going to see things the way other people do, or react to things ‘normally’, or be able to fit myself into the neat little boxes that apparently suit ‘everyone else’ – whoever the heck they are.

I’ve been fighting that clarity since I could think, because it brings a whole big bag of loneliness and self-doubt along with it. For four and a half decades, I’ve been waiting for me to mellow enough to fit in with the world, or for the world to speed up enough to keep up with me.

And last week, I finally understood that it’s never going to happen.

That understanding totally blew me out the water, and left me feeling like ET would feel once he understood the Mothership was never showing up to take him back home.

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I am a perpetual weirdo, stuck in a place where no-one is ever going to ‘get’ me.

This has implications for a lot of things, not least all my ongoing attempts to keep trying to ‘brainwash’ people – including my family members – into seeing things and experiencing things the way I do.

Up until last week, I thought it was just a matter of time until everyone comes around and starts to pick up the same vibes I do about things. Just a bit more ‘Moshiach light’ needs to slip under the door, just a bit more ‘Moshiach consciousness’ needs to shine in through the windows, and they will finally understand.

But now, I accept that’s never going to happen.

So last week, I fled to Uman to get some advice about how I’m meant to relate to myself in this new paradigm.

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Now I know I’m just never going to get that meeting of minds I’m craving, that sense of connection, now I know that I have to keep ‘the real me’ mostly under wraps if I want to have peaceful relationships and not cause constant friction, how do I relate to myself? How do I like myself?

How do I use all my ‘weirdness’ in a way that will still benefit the world, without causing me all this heartache because I feel so lonely and misunderstood so much of the time?

That’s why I came knocking on the door of Uman, the only place that makes me feel a little bit ‘normal’.

There was no bolt of lightning, no neon sign that suddenly lit up over the Tziyon saying

Rivka, do THIS!!!!! Be like THIS!!!! Just change THIS!!!!

But I came to Uman dragging a whole big chain of doubt, unhappiness and emotional pain behind me, and mostly, it’s gone.

I’m feeling connected back to my soul and connected back to God and the true Tzaddikim again. I have a lot to figure out still, but somehow, everything is going to turn out for the best.

And now, I have to get on with finding somewhere to live, and putting the finishing touches to my ‘Crush your stress’ course (haha!)

God certainly has a sense of humour.

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My comments form isn’t working

UPDATE 29.11.2019: It’s working again, BH!

Would love to hear from you, unless you’re a psycho, so please do drop me a line.

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Just a quick note to say that if you’ve been trying to get in touch via the comments form, I’ve found out it’s not working.

I will try to get it fixed ASAP, but in the meantime, apologies if you’ve tried to get in touch and I haven’t responded.

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Things are heating up

It’s been SO heavy the last few days, mamash.

I’ve been one of the volunteers feverishly translating prayers for the ravberland.com site, and thank God for that, I think it’s the only thing that’s kept me sane.

There is a lot of VERY heavy stuff about to hit the mainstream, that will change the whole picture. The totally corrupt establishment in the West has been pushing it down for decades and decades – and killing any journalists or writers who get anywhere near to pinning it down with names and concrete details – but the information is starting to leak.

That’s as much as I’m willing to say, at this stage.

I’m taking a week’s break from blogging to work on my book which is woefully behind schedule. Unless something massive happens in the next few days (you never know, the way things are shaping up…) I won’t be blogging.

You might want to revisit some of the older posts on the site, to tide you over and give you your ‘Rivka fix’ in the meantime, while I’m offline.

Who knows what state we’ll all be in after September 1, when I’m planning to start writing here again?

I’ll see you on the other side.

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75 Prayers for the Geula

 

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