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I learn something new every day.

Today, I learnt that there is a whole online social media scene devoted to ‘Karen bashing’. In case you don’t know what a ‘Karen’ is, or why so many people (including yours truly…) want to bash her, here’s a quick lesson:

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I have to say, after I read that (and gorged myself on about 1500 Karen-SocialDistancing-Snitch memes…), it was kind of vindicating to know that other people have also noticed that breed of person who seems to have nothing better to do than feel superior because they are voluntarily suffocating themselves to death by wearing a N95 facemask.

Even in their cars.

Even when they are the only person in their cars.

And the windows are all wound tightly up.

And it’s 100 degrees out there….

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Strangely, even with all that ‘protection’ around them, these Karens in their cars still like to fix me with their ‘mega angry’ look, when they see me walking on the road without a facemask. Or walking next to my husband, or a friend, without ‘social distancing’.

Call me prophetic, but they don’t need to speak for me to know what they’re thinking. The words appear virtually above their heads, telegraphed telepathically by the ‘mega angry’ self-righteous look.

How selfish!!!! Breathing fresh air like that!!! And making all those 100 year old people ill, with my germs!!!

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My husband keeps bumping up against the Karens on buses (some of whom are even men…), because he’s decided to protest the government tyranny by refusing to wear his mask as much as possible.

Every day, he has a fresh ‘Karen’ story from his trip into work. And before you start having a go at me or him for being so selfish!!! Making all those 100 year old people ill with our germs!!! – please take a look at the following infographic, that I spent all morning putting together.

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So, tachlis dear Karen, wearing a face mask for hours not only gives 4/5 of people bad headaches, it also makes them way more susceptible to diseases like heart attacks, strokes and even cancer. Oh, and there is NO SCIENCE that shows that wearing face masks does ANYTHING to stop the transmission of COVID-19.

Sadly, Karens aren’t known for being able to digest new information that contradicts how they see the world, even when you put it in a handy infographic designed for the reading abilities of a 6 year old.

The reason for that is that Karens – more than most people – hate to be wrong.

Oh, and they also lurrrrve bossing other people around in a self-righteous way, and trying to control other people.

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I’m in a funny mood today, so I’m going to keep this short.

All this COVID-19 hysteria boils down to a massive lack of emuna. Same as the ‘measles vaccination’ hysteria last year.

(For midda kneged midda watchers, COVID-19 hit those same New York area Jewish communities that were forcibly kicking out unvaccinated kids from schools, and running those families off playgrounds, out of shuls and even out of town really, really hard. I wonder why.)

Anyone who can’t back down from their ‘position’, even when they’re shown to be wrong a million times over; and especially when they’ve done things to hurt other people as a result, has to make some seriously big teshuva.

I’m starting to think this is the whole litmus test, the whole ikker of who will actually get on the geula bus, when it finally arrives.

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When I wrote One in a Generation I and II, I was so shocked to realise that just having the facts and information set out clearly for people wasn’t enough to change their minds, about what had really gone on with Rav Berland.

They’d invested so much in slagging him off, and speaking lashon hara about him and his community, that most people simply couldn’t back down from their (totally wrong….) position and admit that they’d made a mistake.

Now, we’re seeing the same thing play out with the fake COVID-19 ‘pandemic’.

All those people who enabled governments all over the world to shut us in our homes for months, wreck the economy and stop people from doing basic things like breathing fresh air unimpeded, because they bought into all the hysteria and fearmongering –  you need to admit you were wrong, in order to get the madness to stop.

There are no ‘millions dead’, there are no more dead than there are every single year at this time, just at the end of the annual flu season.

Admit you were wrong, and stop enabling the #coronafascists to strip us of all of our basic human and religious rights.

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The problem is, most of these ‘Karens’, who see themselves as the voluntary enforcement arm of the #coronafascists running the world, simply can’t do it. They can’t back down. They can’t admit they were wrong. It’s just not going to happen.

So, we have to make the change on our end, and to totally ignore them, when they start sputtering in indignation when they see kids playing unmasked in the park, or – gasp! – someone wondering around the supermarket without a government-mandated gag.

If you think the masks work, Karen, then why are you so concerned that my germs can affect you? And if you think the masks don’t work, Karen, then why are you so insistent on me wearing one?

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Free choice is everyone’s God-given right, and I choose to breathe fresh air as much as possible.

And Karen, THE REAL SCIENCE IS ON MY SIDE.

So please, spare me the lectures and the ‘shocked’, angry indignation.

I know you got brain damaged from wearing your N95 mask day and night, but still.

Take a look at the infographic, do your own research, and ADMIT YOU WERE WRONG.

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(I’m not holding my breath.)

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UPDATE:

The genius Remy came out with another video a couple of days ago, which kind of sums it up. Shmirat Eynayim friendly.

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UPDATE #2:

Here’s another PhD, who combed through all the scientific literature and studies on wearing facemasks and respirators (i.e. the N95 mask), to conclude that:

Whatever else is going on, the facemask wearing diktat is NOT based on science, and wearing facemasks for any length of time has been proven – beyond the shadow of a doubt – to be detrimental to health.

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As we move back to ‘semi’ normal life, Hashem is watching closely to see if we learned our lesson.

You could be forgiven for thinking ‘everything is going back to normal’. It certainly looks like that on the surface, but really?

Hashem is giving us a mid-term exam, to see if we learned the lesson of the recent Coronavirus ‘pandemic’, and to make the appropriate teshuva.

Some of that teshuva could include:

  • Making plans ASAP to move to Israel, as soon as the skies open up next week
  • Making some real teshuva on all our arrogance, and tendency to gossip and judge other people harshly
  • Working on our mitzvot bein adam l’havero – and again, let me underline this WITH A BIG RED PEN, that the first and main place to look with this is our kids, and especially our teenagers. More on this in a moment.
  • Making some effort to rectify all the gossip and slander we participated in with regard to Rabbi Berland. More on this in a moment, too.

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Most of us still have our work cut out for us, and God gave us a taste of what ‘the end of the world’ really looks like, minus all the pie-in-the-sky pretend-Jewish Disney-style cack about magic carpets flying all those good Jews – and their big houses and expensive cars – to Israel as soon as Moshiach shows up.

That’s just not how it’s going to happen.

Things are going to get hairy again, that’s not me talking, it’s Rav Pinto, who has successfully ‘predicted’ a whole bunch of things in recent months, and is now calling for an earthquake followed by a war.

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Rav Kanievsky also said that Corona was a gift from Hashem, to encourage Jews to move to Israel to avoid the war of Gog and Magog that’s about to break out in chutz l’aretz.

But then, we have Rav Berland who said that the wars will only be in 200 years, and who is currently suffering so much in prison, where they are withholding even the basic things like a change of clothing, or medicine, and who even knows what they are *actively* trying to do to harm him.

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Today, one of the biggest rabbis in Israel made a public statement that the State of Israel ‘has decreed a death sentence against Rabbi Berland.’

He’s calling for a peaceful protest to take place, and for every Jew to take to the streets to protest – totally within the law, of course – until the government releases the Rav. I just got sent this over email:

We will all be gathering at the kever of the Shlah Hakadosh erev rosh chodesh Sivan to pray for the Rav and from there will we show our support with a peaceful demonstration outside Tzalmon prison where the tzaddik is being held.

Schedule:
This Thursday May 21
Buses leaving Jerusalem from Shivtei Yisrael at 3pm (reservation required 0583255645)
Mincha at the Shelah at 6pm
Maariv, Tikun Hakali and show of support at 8:30pm
Buses returning to Jerusalem at 10:00pm

Everyone is welcome to join from anywhere in the country

Cost of buses one person per seat as per the Health Ministries instructions is 100 shekel round trip

We are looking for sponsors to subsidize this cost

“Our strength is only through prayer”

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I plan on going, BH.

Not on the bus, but up in the car.

Why am I making all that effort, in this horrible heatwave, to take a 5 hour round trip just to stand outside a prison reading the tikkun haklali?

  1. I’m trying to do what that big Rav said, and to protest Rav Berland’s totally unjust and cruel incarceration.
  2. I am providing myself – and my family – with some spiritual ‘life insurance’ for the next birth pang, that is going to show up soon enough, make no mistake about it.

During this whole Coronavirus thing, it was so blindingly obvious to me that the people who were more with Rav Berland, and working on their emuna and emunat tzaddikim, came through this whole episode with way less suffering than everyone else.

For example, I heard stories of how Breslov families living in Uman were all hit by ‘Coronavirus’, but the ones who were close to the Rav all came through with minimum disruption and very mild symptoms, while those families who were ‘anti’ the Rav suffered tremendously, in many different ways.

And I saw that playing out in my own life, too.

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Midda kneged midda, the people who believed the lying media about Rav Berland also believed the lying media about the fake ‘pandemic’ too, and have gone through – and continue to go through – months of sheer panic and self-inflicted suffocation inside their super-duper KN95 masks.

Whereas those people who were with the Rav had a lot of siyatta de’shmya to see through all the hype and fearmongering, and to continue walking outside as much as possible, and to breathe fresh air as much as possible, and to continue ‘normal life’ as much as possible, baruch Hashem.

From my own life, I have no idea how my husband’s parnassa has held up as well as it has during this ‘pandemic’ except to tell you that I think it’s a present from shemayim for being so vocally behind the Rav.

So, I’m heading off to Tzalmon to demonstrate, because I want that spiritual protection to continue, and to continue to shelter under the Tzaddik’s wings when the next round of ‘interesting’ shows up.

Because make no mistake, it’s already on its way.

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This ‘normal’ is just a breathing space, a chance for all of us to action all the teshuva we swore we would make when we thought the world was ending imminently.

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And on that front, I just want to end with one more thought about bein adam l’havero, and how that relates to our teenagers and kids.

The last three months, we’ve all been living in close quarters with our kids and families. God did that on purpose, so we would be forced to look our relationship blind spots straight in the face, and actually try to fix all that stuff that is broken.

You really want to make some serious teshuva?

Ask your teenagers and grown up kids to rate your performance over the last few months, and pay careful attention to what they tell you.

Were you panicking your bottom off about Corona, and forcing everyone to ‘self-isolate’ for 8 solid weeks and to wear facemasks 24/7?

Were you using the whole ‘pandemic’ thing as an excuse to get your kids back under your thumb, and to start controlling their every move again?

Did you empathise when your kids hit the skids and couldn’t get out of bed because they were suffering from social withdrawal, fear and yeoush, or did you just angrily criticise them for being lazy do-nothings?

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If you really want to take this up a level, you can also ask your spouse to rate your recent performance, too.

Were you more giving, or more taking the last few months?

Did you make an effort for the people in your life, to try to smooth as many of the rough edges of the ‘Corona Pandemic Experience’ as you could, or did you expect other people to make your life easier?

Were you grateful for all the kindnesses Hashem continued to shower on you, during this whole experience?

I could go on (and on and on) but you get the idea.

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We all have some serious teshuva to make, and God is giving us this quiet time to action it.

I hope we’ll use this time wisely.

Because every small action we make know is going to decide what happens next, both in personal space, and in the world at large.

And the stakes continue to be very large.

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Connecting back to the Tzaddikim – alive and dead – makes all the difference.

Thursday afternoon, I said to my husband:

Please, let’s try to book a zimmer in Tsfat. We’ll take cold meat and make sandwiches, or something, but I urgently need to have a break, and to do some kever-hopping.

My teenagers – and their ad-ons – are really great.

Really. But after this whole 3 month quarantine thing, where most of my time has been spent on taking responsibility for cleaning up after everyone else; and driving them places because there are no buses; and keeping the fridge and fruit bowl stocked in the face of voracious teenage appetites – I really needed a break.

So, we found a zimmer in Tsfat, and Friday morning, we headed up there.

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The good news is most people in Tsfat are not buying into the whole facemask thing. The bad news is, all the synagogues – and well over half of the main shopping street – is still closed for business.

And from what I could tell, most of those shops are now closed permanently.

But we found a really nice zimmer in the Artists’ Quarter, 10 minutes walk from the ancient graveyard and the Ari, dumped our stuff there, then headed out to try to visit as many kivrei tzaddikim as we could pack into the 3 hours we had before Shabbat came in.

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While the beaches in Tel Aviv are now open, Meron – the grave of the Rashbi – is still closed.

There were police parked in front of the gates, and also police cars parked at all the major intersections of any road that could conceivably lead to Meron.

The government here is very serious about stopping frum Jews from praying together, connecting to tzaddikim, and breathing fresh air.

So, with Meron taken off limits, we decided to stop at every other Kever we passed, as we drove around.

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The first one was the grave of Rabbi Yehuda Bar Ilai.

I didn’t know this before I got to it, but apparently there is also a tradition to go to his kever on L’Ag B’Omer, too. Just as we got there, three Breslov guys with brown chinos, crazy hair, big, knit kippas and tzitzit on the outside suddenly pulled up, and started singing Rabbi Shimon Bar Yochai, yiy didee yiy yiy yiy yiy yai at the top of their lungs.

All of a sudden, the funny mood I’ve been in for ages started to lift considerably.

The tzaddikim were starting to work their magic.

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Next stop was Rabbi Tarfon’s grave, near Kadita, in the middle of a forest.

The police were prowling at the end of the track, as it was one of the shortcut back routes to Meron, but once we’d turned off towards Kadita, they stopped following us.

Rabbi Tarfon’s grave is up a mountain in the middle of some splendid green isolation. It’s a breathtaking view.

Someone had left a copy of Chayei Moharan out on the grave, so I opened it ‘randomly’ and got to a section talking about Rabbenu’s ‘Burned Book’.

If you take a look HERE, you’ll find a discourse on the Burned Book, and lesson I:83 in Likutey Moharan, which takes a deeper look.

But in a nutshell, it’s all connected to:

  • The “dawning of the ray of the Moshiach.”
  • The importance of the sanctity of Shabbat.
  • Raising up fallen fears and fallen ‘loves’, so they become yirat shemayim – fear of God and holy ‘love’ for God, mitzvoth and His Torah instead.
  • And then it talks about eiver min ha hai – which has the same gematria as ‘Corona’, and which you can read a whole bunch about HERE.
  • But basically, it’s connected to the Tzaddik of the generation taking shame upon himself to atone for the sins of the generation.

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Wow.

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Next stop was one of the places reputed to be the Idra, the place where Rashbi is meant to have taught his inner circle of students the Zohar.

We stepped inside – and were shocked to see the stones inside totally and utterly covered with flies. It was pretty disgusting. And for a moment, I was confused: how can this site be so covered with flies, which are drawn to dung and ‘tumah’?

(There is another site that seems to be more accepted as the place of the Idra, which you can see in this video, but like so many things, it’s not 100% clarified or certain.)

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Then, I remembered what Rabbi Berland has been teaching for a few years now, as expressed in his Prayer for Parents to Say For Their Children, which refers to Klipat Zvuv – the klipah of the flies.

He said this:

“[T]here have never been such difficult tests in the world, that “Klipat Zvuv” has taken hold of every boy and girl….everyone without exception had fallen into the spiritual impurity of Zvuv, which is in fact the spiritual impurity of Amalek, which is the strongest force of spiritual impurity that has ever existed.”

Basically, Klipat Zvuv – the spiritual impurity of the ‘fly’ –  is currently launching an all-out attack against kedusha at the moment, and that is so very obvious at the Idra, the cradle of the Zohar.

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Next stop was the ancient synagogue of Nevoryah, where Rabbi Elazar HaModai is meant to also be buried. R’ Elazar HaModai was the uncle of Bar Kochba, the abortive false messiah of the Jews, who has his uncle killed because of the Romans’ vicious lashon hara against the elderly sage.

At each stop, I felt like I was gathering up clues and hints from Hashem, about what is really going on right now, albeit some of them were far more hidden and obscured than others.

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The last stop before Shabbat took us to Amuka, the grave of Rabbi Yonatan Ben Uzziel.

My husband and I both prayed that our children would find their true basherts, and that if that had already happened, that things should move forward at a good pace.

I opened up one of the siddurim there ‘randomly’, and got to the page for kabbalat Shabbat, with Tehillim #92.

Here’s some of what that said:

It is good to give thanks to the Lord, and to sing to Your name, O Most High. To declare Your kindness in the morning, and Your faith at night…. O Lord! Your thoughts are very deep.

A boorish man does not know; neither does a fool understand this. But when the wicked flourish like grass, and all workers of violence blossom, this is only for them to be destroyed forever….         My eye has gazed upon those who stare at me [with envy]; when evildoers rise up against me, my ears hear [them]. The Tzaddik flourishes like the palm; as a cedar in Lebanon he grows.

It made me feel like we are close, so very close, to the ‘Shabbat’ of geula finally being ushered in.

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That kever also had a few other people – non-chareidim – and no-one was wearing masks.

Just as we were pulling out of the parking lot, a middle-aged secular guy on his 4×4 pulled up and asked us if we had a lighter, while his girlfriend squinted at us curiously, from the passenger’s seat.

We didn’t have a lighter, but I offered him the box of matches I’d brought with me to light my Shabbat candles. He took it like a thirsty man in the desert being offered a pina colada – and then whipped out the biggest joint I remember seeing this side of university.

After he gave the matches back, I whispered to my husband that I really wasn’t sure if enabling him to light his massive bong really counted as a mitzvah…

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The last stop before Shabbat in Tsfat was the kever of Ben Yehoyda. There, I picked up a copy of the Chofetz Chaim’s tome on lashon hara, and here is the ‘random’ message I got from that:

Accepting rechilut [about other Jews] makes a person become a complete sonei Israel (hater of Israel, hater of other Jews, hater of Hashem and His Torah, God forbid.)

I thought about all those people greedily guzzling down the anti-Torah and anti-Tzaddikim propaganda that passes for journalism on sites like Yeshiva World News, and I sighed a big sigh.

Today when I was typing this post up, my dad in the UK showed me a big headline from a supposedly frum Jewish paper in the UK, which was lit up with the world SHAMEFUL! in big red letters.

Underneath, the writer was attacking the ‘small minority’ of religious Jews who had defied the retarded and unscientific ‘social distancing’ rules in the UK, to light a bonfire on L’Ag B’Omer.

I sighed again.

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Back in my zimmer, I had the best Shabbat.

I slept well for the first time in 3 months, without being weighed down with other people’s problems and responsibilities.

I managed to do six hours for the first time in a month, and felt way more ‘grounded’ and happy as a result.

And then, just as I was telling God that I so miss spotting all His messages, and recognizing all His hashgacha pratis in my life, my eye was caught by some writing on the walls of the zimmer. Here’s what it said, in order of me reading them:

  • Life the life you imagined, for with God all things are possible.
  • Dreams have no expiration date.
  • Faith makes things possible…not easy.
  • Like chocolate.

Wow again.

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Shabbat day, I stayed in pyjamas until 5pm (for the first time in well over 15 years), then got dressed and went to pray at the kever of the Ari.

All the synagogues in Tsfat are still shut, so minyanim were gathered in the street.

Down by the kever, there was another small band of Breslov-friendly Jews with big payot and t-shirts, drinking soda and singing songs, while others recited a tikkun haklali. I joined them.

And again, it brought home to me just how much life force, just how much spiritual koach we really get from being connected to our tzaddikim.

My husband also took the opportunity to dip in the Ari’s mikvah Shabbat morning, and he also came away from that experience feeling rejuvenated and re-energised.

It’s a funny world we live in, when the high street feels totally dead, and the ancient cemetery of Tsfat feels the most ‘alive’ of any place I’ve been for a good long while.

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Motzash, the road back to the 89 was blocked by the police, still earnestly trying to stop ANYONE from getting within sniffing distance of Rashbi and Meron.

So, we went down the road to Tiveria, and tried to visit the tomb of Rabbi Meir Baal HaNess.

It was closed.

Why?

Because there is a war against religion being waged in Israel, undercover of all this COVID hysteria.

On the way out, we stopped for five minutes to go and see the overflowing Kinneret, swollen to almost bursting point by this winter’s rains. The lake level is so high, it’s reaching the top of what used to be the beach area around it. Me and my husband both dipped our hands in the warmish water, and exalted in the gashmei bracha that Hashem had sent this year.

Then it was time to get back in the car, and head home.

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I’m still trying to finish up the sodding 40 days at the Kotel that I started over three months ago, so before we returned to our house, we made a pit-stop down by the Dung Gate, where I donned my regulation mask, and joined the four million other Jews threading their way to the Kotel Plaza.

This time, I didn’t get near the wall, as there was a massive queue, but I got close enough to imagine kissing the stones, and as I turned on my heel to leave, I suddenly had a strange flash of imagination.

A tall tree – a cedar of Lebanon – suddenly sprouted out of Har HaBayit, and was growing at a rapid pace, bringing everything in Israel under its protective shade.

I remembered Tehillim #92, and smiled a small smile:

The Tzaddik flourishes like the palm; as a cedar in Lebanon he grows.   

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Bad guys, your days are numbered.

You don’t realise it yet, but you already lost the game, and geula is unfolding the sweet way, faster and faster.

And very soon, that’s going to be obvious to everyone.

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As the ‘new normal’ kicks in, I can’t buck the feeling that this is anything BUT normal.

Israel is now coming out of its totally retarded, OTT ‘lockdown’, and some semblance of ‘normal life’ is returning.

For the last few days, I’ve been heading back off to the Kotel, trying to make up the 18 days I was missing from when I got stopped in the middle of my segula to visit the Kotel 40 days in a row, just after Purim.

I’ve discovered a new route that takes me through the back of an Arab neighborhood and up the backside of the hill that slopes up from Guy Ben Hinnom valley, where they used to sacrifice their children to Moloch, in Biblical times.

I now prefer that route to going on the main road, as Moloch and Mahmoud Al-Fahda is scaring me way less than the Israeli police.

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Even though I’ve been to the Kotel six times now, I’ve only managed to actually kiss the wall three times.

Friday night, the gestapo  police decided there were too many people in the plaza, so there was a big line of us queuing up outside, instead.

For the first time ever on a Friday night, the ‘Reform Plaza’ was filled to capacity – 45 people – all frum Jews, who’d been barred entry to the main event.

Then on a couple of other occasions, I got in to the Womens’ section – which has now been divided up into cute, rectangular white tented areas that just seem creepily reminiscent of Bergen-Belsen huts, minus the rooves.

But there were now ‘too many people’ at the wall itself, so I got sent to the left – to the rectangular tented area marked ‘waiting area #14’ – and I just kind of stood there for a few minutes before turning tail and heading home.

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Of course, I have to wear a mask way up over my eyeballs in the plaza itself.

And my forehead has to be shot at by weird men who seem to be strangely over-enjoying their role ‘pretend shooting’ people in the head with a thermometer gun. I guess it’s the next best thing to playing ‘Call of Duty’.

And then, one time I made the mistake of going to the Kotel with my husband, and trying to wait for him to finish up in back of the plaza. A fat, quasi gestapo  police minion in a bright fluorescent vest and an oversized facemask marched up to me and told me it was forbidden for me to stand there and wait.

Geveret, you can’t stand here. We can’t have too many people here.

I looked around – there were maybe another 30 people max, scattered all over the back part of the Kotel plaza – and I almost had to choke myself to stop from saying puh-leeze!!!!, or tossing off a casual heil hitler, and clicking my heels together.

I get it, I know. You are only following orders, right?

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Over the last couple of months, I have learned that acting like a nazi is something good and proper, as long as you limit yourself to forcibly taking people’s rights and basic personal freedoms away, on pain of harsh punishment and massive fines.

But protesting that type of fascist behavior by saying ‘heil hitler’, or goose-stepping away from a public official is the wrong way to act like a nazi.

Please everyone, remember this. I’d hate for you to get this wrong and end up in some gestapo police basement, having your fingernails pulled out by a public servant because you picked the wrong way to act like a nazi.

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But I digress.

With all this ‘normal’ going on, my daughter resumed her driving lessons. She and the instructor both wear masks and rubber gloves (uh, why is that, exactly?) – and the instructor has also been forced to put a clear plastic partition down the middle of the car, where the gearbox is.

Let’s be clear, there is way more risk to human life from novice drivers having their rubber-gloved hands stick to the wheel, or from having that massive mask block their view of the monster truck bearing down on them from out of left field, than there is from any virus.

I actually almost knocked myself out in one shop, because I didn’t see their see-thru plastic sheeting next to the till until I’d head-butted it, trying to pay for my purchase.

While we’re on the subject of totally dumb ‘health measures’ that are 10000% for show, do you know how many ‘germs’ all those cute cloth masks with fake Adidas branding keep out? Maximum 3%.

Oooops, sorry that was a real fact.

Don’t know how that got into any discussion about proper ‘hygiene’ in the era of Coronavirus.

My bad.

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The other kid went back to school yesterday, and the weird normal is also in full swing there. Everyone has to wear masks and gloves full time (which is of course, totally unenforceable, even if it wasn’t also totally pointless).

It’s a dorming school, so they have 2 girls in a room now – as opposed to 5 or 6 pre-Corona – and because they can’t guarantee the ‘hygiene’ of the school kitchen, they are buying all the food takeout, from local restaurants.

Because there are no Corona germs in restaurants.

And anyone who argues with this statement clearly doesn’t know anything about science.

No-one has worked out how the kids are meant to be eating that stuff while fully-masked, so I made a helpful suggestion that they should just puree it all up and then suck in their meals through a straw that’s been hermetically-taped into their masks.

Probably next week, that will be the next ridiculous rule  sensible measure the Government foisters on us all, for our own good.

Gotta love #Coronafascism!!

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There’s also a rule in place that you don’t have to wear a facemask if you’re exercising, because apparently you can’t catch or transmit Coronavirus when jogging, walking fast or playing basketball.

Again, please don’t try and argue with the logic of this statement, because if it’s the law, it must be totally scientific.

I don’t wear hot-pink spandex to exercise; and I don’t have a massive i-Phone to publically stick on a bicep, so I decided that whenever I see a cop on my daily hitbodedut walk, I’m going to stick my elbows out at right angles and ‘power walk’.

Don’t you know? Didn’t you hear? If your elbows are sticking out when you walk, then you are incapable of transmitting Coronavirus. But if you’re carrying your purse while walking on the way to the store – then you’re back in the ‘high risk’ box.

I guess Coronavirus germs are unusually attracted to credit cards, or something.

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So anyway, today I went to visit one of my friends who I haven’t seen for months.

She has 4 small kids, and she’s been cooking, cleaning and all round entertaining them for 3 months solid at home.

Like so many of us, last week she cracked up and totally lost it for a night. I think last week was rough for so many people, me included. I’ve spoken to many other ladies out there – heroines all! – who after months and months of 5 star service for our families just really feel like we need a day off.

We were both regaling each other with our ‘survivor tales’ from the last three months, and laughing our heads off, because what else can you do?

What else can you do, when your three year old comes home from gan demanding to wear a mask, because the pseudo-frum ganenet has scared the pants off them that otherwise, breathing fresh air is probably going to kill them, God forbid?

What else can you do, when your teenager has allergies – the same allergies she’s had every single Spring, for 15 years – but now has to hide away at home in case she gets put on some secret Shabak blacklist for sneezing in public?

What else can you do, when the anti-Semitic government says its OK to get together on L’Ag B’omer, but it’s still forbidden to go to Meron or light a bonfire in your own backyard.

Someone please explain to me, how is lighting a bonfire in my own back garden increasing any risk of getting or sharing Coronavirus?

Really?

What if I saw up a few logs – for exercise – before I do it, and kill off all the Coronavirus germs that way, before I toss the first match in? Would that work?

And in the meantime, what else can I do, except laugh.

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When I’m done typing this, I’m popping out to buy a dart board.

I have a small, cheap one in my garden, and I’ve discovered that throwing sharp instruments at something with violent hand gestures is actually really cathartic.

When I told my husband what I’m up to, he asked me to promise that I’m not going to print off any pictures, to stick up on that dart board. He doesn’t think that’s healthy.

It’ll be nobody we know personally, I told him.

That’s the best I can do.

But as we lurch onwards towards geula, and as we settle into this weird ‘breathing space’ between birth pangs, I have a feeling I’m going to be spending quite a bit of time with my dart board.

Dear man, I told my husband, much better I have an inanimate object to use for target practice, than someone I’m married to.

What else could he do when I told him that, except laugh?

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Don’t forget that Questions for God – Secret Diary of a Jewish Housewife Volume II – is now out on Amazon! You can pick it up HERE.

I need to get at least 10 reviews on my People Smarts book, before I can even run ads for it.

Here’s the email I just got from the ads guy:

Our agency can definitely run BookBub and/or Amazon Ads for your book.
Only problem is, we’ve seen that these ads work best when a book has at least around 10 reviews, and is ranking ok – around 30k I’d say.
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I currently have 4 reviews on the book (thanks to every single one of you, may God bless you…)

And my ranking is currently around the 700,000 mark…. i.e. totally cack.
Now, I’m not asking you to solve my author problems, I need to go away and figure things out a bit more myself. 
But, I am asking if there is anyone out there who is happy to write a review, either because they were doing the course, or have already been sent the PDF, or even are happy to buy the book and read it (ooo, now I’m getting really controversial.)
No problem if you can’t, really, I totally understand.

But if you can, and you could and you will, that would be fantastic.

 

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Here’s a little of what some of the existing reviewers said about People Smarts – it’s honestly a really helpful system, that will transform how you relate to dealing with your stress – even of the COVID-19-stuck-in-the-house-for-15-months-going-crazy-with-kids-at-home-24/7 variety:

Review #1:

[I]f you’re looking for a system that has stood the test of time, a system used by some of the greatest Torah Sages and hinted at in Psalm 148 (in which God is praised using the 4 elements) and mentioned in the ancient Midrash Bamidbar Rabbah 14:12 (the elements are referred to in Hebrew as the four teva’im), a system that explains the human psyche in a way others don’t, then [People Smarts] provides a great introduction to an extremely complex & insightful system.
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Review #2:

I took the People Smarts course given by the author herself online, several months ago, before she came out with the book. The course was very helpful and gave broader perspective of stress and stress response and management than I had before….Do not read the book – study it!

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Review #3:

[People Smarts] employs a simple but comprehensive personality quiz to identify your typical stress response behaviors. It describes what these behaviors look like when they are balanced and healthy, and more importantly, when they are unbalanced and unhealthy. And most importantly, it offers practical advice on how to balance your stress responses and work towards having them be more useful and less disruptive to your physical and mental health.
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Review #4:

Rivka Levy has a journalist’s flair, making complex subjects easy for even a novice like me. Moreover, the advice is clear, easy and practical. After mastering the material, was suddenly able to sail through the snags in family relationships and whatever else was blocking this reader from reaching life-long goals. Highly recommended!
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You can review the book here:
And I appreciate any little help you can give me. Let’s be clear, no-one is going to be retiring on the amount I make from writing my books (both my teenagers are out-earning me by a factor of about 1000%….), but it would be great if more people could use the People Smarts information to really get a handle on their stress and their relationships.
Thankenchou.
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https://rivkalevy.com/do-you-need-some-help-with-stress-relief/

Dying is inevitable.

Our atheist society doesn’t like that idea, because it really underlines the utter pointlessness of a life devoted to the whims of a body that is ultimately just going to crumble to dust.

When there is no soul in the picture, no God, no real spiritual purpose in life, then life just becomes a game of keeping the body together, for as long as you can, whatever it takes.

Even if it means in the meantime that all your quality of life, all of the things that make life joyful, and meaningful and basically live-able, go straight down the toilet.

Who wants to live in a world where you can’t take a breath of fresh air without a mask?

Or a walk in a forest?

Or a visit to a holy site?

Who wants to live in a world where you can’t hang out with a friend, or go visit a parent, or share your holy days and happy occasions with other human beings?

All this cack about not hugging and not touching and not kissing other people is precisely that: cack.

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Life is inherently risky. There is absolutely nothing you can do to reduce the risk down to ‘zero’, and the only way to really deal with all the anxiety and worry and stress is to take it back to God, and accept that whatever God decides, that’s what is going to happen.

Many years ago, before I started working more on my emuna, I had massive fears and anxieties about getting ill, or dying in freak accidents. The anxiety was so big, I nearly cracked under the pressure. Really.

What finally got me out of the problem was when I told God:

Hashem, whatever You decree, I accept! I can’t fight you anymore, and trying to retain ‘control’ is just totally exhausting me and driving me mad.

And then, the clouds parted, and I started to enjoy living life again.

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Rebbe Nachman dealt with this issue over 200 years ago, on many different occasions. This comes from ‘Tzaddik’, page 375, #445:

“There were many cases of people who came to the Rebbe with serious illnesses and he saw there was no chance that they would survive. He would talk to them in a way which went directly to their hearts, saying:

‘What is there for you to be afraid of about dying? The world there is far more beautiful than here.’

When a person has emuna in Hashem, and knows that this world is only a temporary corridor, that is the only thing that can really take the fear and anxiety about dying and falling sick away.

What does that tell us, when we saw the utter hysteria that’s engulfed so many parts of the so-called ‘frum’ Jewish world about Coronavirus?

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The kabbalist Rav Yehuda Sheinfeld recently put out a very interesting interview, which you can read in its entirety HERE.

The basic idea is that all the ‘informers’ that are springing up within the ranks of the Jewish people are the ones that are being weeded out, ahead of Moshiach coming, because the halacha is that we don’t wait for ‘informers’ to make teshuva.

Rav Sheinfeld was discussing specifically the people who have framed Rabbi Berland, but it seems to me his words apply equally to all those people who are encouraging others to rat on their neighbors to the secular authorities for holding an ‘illegal’ minyan; or to rat on people for daring to visit their family members; or who think it’s a great ‘mitzvah’ to ‘shame’ people in their local Whats App group for not wearing masks in the street 24/7.

Those informers are not going to be part of the kehilla waiting to greet Moshiach (unless they do some serious teshuva)….

COVID-19 is doing a very profound birur, and it’s very interesting to watch it play out across the world.

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One of my brothers-in-law is a MD who specialises in geriatrics. He lives in the US, and refuses to wear a mask in public because he knows it’s 1000% BS, that wearing masks has anything to do with decreasing the risk of infection from COVID, or saving lives.

Do you know how many people have yelled at him on the streets?

Why do these people think they know better than a medical doctor, who treats geriatrics for a living?

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Let’s end with this, which is pure genius, and makes the point about life being inherently risky in a different way.

It has a clip of Senator Elizabeth Warren at the beginning, so it’s not shmirat eynayim friendly – but listen to the lyrics. The guy is brilliant. But please don’t laugh at the very important message he is trying to put across, unless of course, you want people to die.

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POSTSCRIPT:

Amazon finally relented, and stuck up the Kindle version of Questions for God, the second volume of the Secret Diary of a Jewish Housewife, on their site. You can get it HERE.

And pretty much the same day that happened, I found out that the online magazine I founded and then handed over to different management last year, Sassonmag.com, decided to censor my posts and then delete all my writing.

Swings and roundabouts….

And the birur continues apace.

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Photo by Svyatoslav Romanov on Unsplash

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The equation is actually simple.

Either we fear God, and know that He is the one 100% behind everything. OR, we fear the ‘thing’, the ‘person’, the ‘disease’, or the ‘situation’.

The first one is called yirat shemayimfear of God, fear of Heaven.

And the second one, in spiritual speak, is called ‘fallen fear’. It’s fear that’s ‘fallen away’ from the understanding that Ein Od Milvado, only God is doing everything. That means that if I’m angry about something or with someone, I’m really just angry at God.

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The last 3 weeks, I’ve been totally raging about the pointless ‘law’ now in place in Israel that forces everyone to wear masks outside their homes.

Even though the masks don’t really help with anything much….

Even though ‘coronavirus’ is basically no more infectious or deadly than flu…

Even though the only reason we are being forced to wear masks 24/7 is to give the police state a pseudo-valid reason to keep us on the defensive permanently, cowering timidly every time a blue/red flashing light drives by.

We are wearing masks, only because the WHO said so.

And as we know, the WHO is effectively owned by Bill Gates.

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So, all this stuff has been making it really hard for me to make my peace with wearing the masks, and it’s been a massive struggle for me to deal with this aspect of #CoronaFascism without going nuts.

Last week, I realized I really have to get a grip on this. This situation is going to continue for a while, and being in permanent angry rant mode is just not helping anyone, especially me.

So, I took a deep breath, and I realized that the real reason I’m wearing a mask is not because of all the corrupt politicians and health ministry officials– starting with Bibi on down. And not because I live in a police state, even though I really do.

But only and solely because Hashem said that right now, I need to wear a mask.

Full stop.

It’s a decree of the King.

And once I internalize that, I can mostly wear the mask OK, at least enough to avoid getting into trouble, because if God wants me to wear the mask, then I can do it.

But if Itamar Grotto and Bill Gates wants me to wear the mask, I really can’t.

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It seems to me, that this is the main lesson we need to be learning from this whole sordid saga.

That on so many levels, the only One to fear is really Hashem. The only One who is deciding what’s going on here, across the board, is Hashem.

Ein Od Milvado.

That’s the starting point.

And then, we can move on to starting to figure out some of the tremendous good that is being hidden away in even the very difficult circumstances we’re living through right now.

One of my friends told me that so many kids are actually doing way better, emotionally, after two months at home with their parents, because it’s the first time they’ve had some unbroken quality time and attention, often in their lives.

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Of course, this is a process of birur, so on the other side of the equation there are also a lot of kids who are doing worse, especially teens who have spent two months solid at home with controlling parents who just want to dictate to them about EVERYTHING, and are secretly loving the fact that their kids are now back under their thumbs.

Thankfully, in my own life, I’ve seen my teenagers get real, calm down, and start to develop a deeper spiritual side that probably would have taken way longer, if the Corona ‘pandemic’ hadn’t turned up when it did.

And I’ve also been learning to appreciate more of the things that I’ve been taking for granted, like the ability to go for long walks, and to breathe fresh air, and to buy toilet paper whenever I run out.

It’s been quite the eye-opener, in terms of understanding how much shefa I really have in my life.

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And then, there’s the ‘message’ that God is trying to send to us with this Coronavirus, which is multi-faceted and relating to just about every area of our life.

In our personal space, a lot of us are being challenged to like and respect the people we live with, and to do kindnesses for them. Our kids are just our mirrors. Our spouses are just our mirrors. If we don’t like ourselves, if we’re hard on ourselves, if we don’t forgive ourselves easily and expect unrealistic perfection, that puts so much unnecessary strain on our relationships.

So there’s work to do on bein adam l’havero, and also work to do on our emuna, that Hashem is behind all this.

And then, there’s also the work to do on emunat tzaddikim, and especially how that relates to any slander and lashon hara we may have been speaking, listening to or believing, especially about the Tzaddik HaDor, Rav Berland.

Messages, messages, messages.

Corona didn’t happen ‘stam’. It’s happened to encourage us all to clean up our spiritual act, and to make the teshuva we need to be ready to greet Moshiach.

For that reason alone, it’s an excellent development.

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I want to end with some snippets of emails I’ve received from a few of my readers, each describing their own attempts to accept the ‘Decree of the King’ in their own lives, however that’s manifesting.

They are reprinted here with permission.

Who is like Your Nation, Hashem?

Even in the midst of all this darkness, so much tremendous spiritual light is starting to shine out from all four corners of the globe. And as things develop, it’s only going to strengthen.

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One of my readers would like to make Aliyah, but has a complicated family situation that’s making that hard to arrange at the moment. Here’s a little of what she wrote me:

I am trying not to put too much of my heart on things being one way or the other. We may have money in the bank but that can poof away at any moment. We have plans to visit Israel but that can poof away at any moment. It will all go according to Hashem’s will and I have to keep screwing my emunah/bitachon goggles on tight and force myself to keep repeating that everything happens for the very best. Everything happens for the very best.

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Another of my readers lives in Latin America, and despite having had an ‘ultra’ orthodox conversion, is not considered Jewish by the State of Israel, nor eligible for the right of return. Here’s a little of what she wrote me, after she read the Great Escape post:

Rivkah, there are so many things I want to do AND I CAN’T. When we struggle to pay the bills, when I deal with my life “NOT EASY” or my food is ruined on Shabbat because I don’t have a refrigerator, I want to cry and scream, I want to tell HASHEM, how I am supposed to work to help millions of anusim if I can’t even complete my Shabbat meals ??? How am I supposed to work with women or help them by teaching them tzeniut if my own clothes have holes that I should sew ??

And I CRY, and I get frustrated, and I see people who can do a lot with their money but are busy “improving their social life” or buying the “trends” in designer handbags, buying luxury cars. I GET FRUSTRATED. I WANT TO FLEE AND hide from everything and EVERYONE.

But I breathe, and I remember, that HASHEM is ALL mercy, that He loves me and put me in this situation for a time so that I learn, so that I grow, so that I see angles that the “successful” woman from before did not see.

It is normal to get frustrated, each with his test, each with his life, his problems. No one has the absolute truth and whoever DOES is so merciful, that they DO NOT OBLIGATE anyone. Hashem continues to make it rain on atheists and on the wicked. And to give food even to the wicked …the time will come when He will force them all [to make teshuva].

I would love for you to see what is going on here, the efforts of some people, I think perhaps you would see that the “delay” [in the geula happening] is pure mercy of Hashem towards people like us.

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As this process continues, the birur is heating up.

And it basically boils down to this:

Do we accept that Hashem is running the world, or not?

Are we accepting the Decrees of the King, or not?

Are we doing the work we need to be doing, to get closer to Hashem, and to acknowledge our bad middot? Or not?

Are we giving control and honor back to Hashem, or trying to maintain our own control and honor, particularly in our families?

That is the question.

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More than anything else, I wanted to run away.

I wanted to pull the plug on all my ‘citizen journalism’, all my attempts to keep telling people what’s really going on with the fake, politically-engineered ‘pandemic’, and all the research and effort and soul power that costs me.

What I wanted to do was basically give up on ‘reality’ as it’s currently playing out, and to just concentrate on getting my Secret Diaries out there – regardless of who reads them – so I could feel I really did accomplish *something* in life, and then just spend the rest of my time gardening and knitting.

That was basically the plan.

But as so often happens, God decided differently.

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I’m 99% sure that Amazon is about to ban my Secret Diary #2, Questions for God, at least the Kindle version – which is the only way anyone is really buying books these days.

It’s still ‘in review’ – after 3 days – and the last time that happened was when Amazon decided to ban Rabbi Berland’s book of Prayers for Health, which included a tagline for the Coronavirus prayer on the cover.

Amazon being Amazon, they never tell you why they are banning anything, so it was a lucky ‘guess’ with Rav Berland’s book. I switched the cover around a little (after it took me 3 weeks to recover from the disappointment), removed any mention of ‘Corona’, and managed to get it past them that way.

But when it comes to Questions for God?

I have no idea why it appears they want to ban it. So, I have no idea what I can do to get it unbanned. Of course, this all may be premature, we’ll see, but in the meantime I did another six hours yesterday, and a bit more hitbodedut about it all today, too, and the message I got was this:

Rivka, you can’t run away into your books. There’s a lot of other stuff you still need to do.

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I typed that, and I sighed a big sigh.

Because honestly? I’ve had enough.

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Jews are so stubborn.

For years, most of my extended family members and friends have been relating to me as an amusing, but somewhat demented conspiracy theorist.

I am the weirdo who totally trashed my career prospects and social life by moving to Israel. And if that wasn’t bad enough, I then added insult to injury by becoming a ‘religious extremist’ who started talking to God every day, and visiting the tombs of dead saints.

Of course, things went up yet another level when I started getting closer to Rav Berland. That’s when I started getting into arguments with just about everyone I know, both on and offline, who were convinced that they knew better because they avidly read Ynet and the Yeshiva World News every day.

Even my own children spent two years thinking I was a brainwashed, cult-member ‘lunatic’ for supporting the Rav, because that’s what they were hearing from their media-indoctrinated friends.

That was, and still is, pretty painful.

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But you know why I threw myself so wholeheartedly behind Rabbi Berland?

Because every time I talked to God about the subject, I got the ‘message’ back that I should do everything in my power to help him, any way I could.

You know how I knew that Coronavirus was a crock right from the beginning?

Because every time I talked to God about what was going on, that was the message I got. That it really was meant to have been awful, but that the Rav had sweetened it with his self-sacrifice and prayers.

You know why I keep putting ‘unpopular’ posts up encouraging people to move to Israel ASAP, and having awkward conversations with people about how their pension – and savings, and stock market portfolios, and properties – are about to disappear in a puff of pixie dust very, very soon?

Yup, you guessed it.

Every time I check in with my neshama, and ask God about what’s happening, that’s the steer I get. Also from the writings of Rebbe Nachman (check out The Master of Prayer) and also from what I can see so clearly with the two eyes in my head that God gave me.

But Jews are so stubborn.

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And that’s why so often, I just want to give up and go and do something more rewarding, like knitting a blanket, or something.

How many times can a person write the words:

Doing hitbodedut is the only way you are really going to figure out what’s going on?

How many times can I keep sticking hours, days and weeks’ worth of rock-solid research up here on the site, just to keep seeing it derailed by innate biases, bad middot, and arrogance?

God, I give up!!!

Let me just go and write some books – just for my own enjoyment and edification, I don’t even care if people don’t buy them anymore – and forget about trying to change anybody else’s mind, or viewpoint.

Dayenu!

I’m done. I’m finished. I’m retiring.

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What can I tell you?

I want to give up. What’s the point of writing this stuff, when so many people just can’t hear it, or believe it, or deal with it?

What’s the point?

I want to give up and go and do something more personally fulfilling, that doesn’t keep putting me in opposition to 99.9% of the rest of the world.

But God isn’t letting me.

Again.

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Here I am, live-blogging my COVID-19 induced nervous breakdown….

On Friday, I cracked up.

It was bound to happen sooner or later, because it’s impossible to go through months and months and months of intense stress without something giving.

So on Friday, I fired up the laptop, did the usual trawl-thru of all the cr*ppy fake news websites that are basically just churning out lies and government sponsored propaganda 24/7… and then my eyes went funny.

Not just a little bit funny, full-on funny which made it really hard for me see, and meant I had to go to bed for 8 hours, while my kids cooked Shabbat.

I’ve had this happen 2 times before in my life, each time at the end of a period of extreme and prolonged stress. When it first happened around 12 years ago, it literally took me out for a year, and began my whole process of figuring out how human health and emotions actually fit together, that culminated in Talk to God and Fix Your Health.

The second time it happened, was just after we moved to Jerusalem and everything started falling apart big time, as chronicled (partly….) in The Secret Diary of a Jewish Housewife 1 – Move to the Golden City.

That time, too, it took me a few months to make the teshuva required to get my eyes back to normal, and to deal with the underlying emotional issues and lack of emuna that had basically totally fried my body out.

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This time around, things came much faster.

I stuck some whole red lentils on some key places, including where the eyes are located in the Sujok system on the hand to strengthen my energy; I liberally doused on some lavender essential oils to take the physical stress down; and then I decided I am taking a news fast for hopefully at least the next 2 weeks.

No more heart-attack inducing headlines from ynet; no more upsetting opinion pieces from Jpost, no more fake ‘facts’, misleading statistics or made up quotes from corrupt ‘experts’.

By the time Shabbat came in, I already started feeling much, much better, although honestly, I’m still a bit weak at the moment.

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The other thing I realized I have to work on is having some emuna that God is really behind all this, and accepting His decisions, including that I have to wear the stupid, pointless mask every time I go outside.

I’ve been railing against this so much, as it’s just pure control for control’s own sake, and I feel that deep in my bones.

At the same time… It’s God who is actually deciding that everyone has to wear masks right now, and it’s not even that I don’t have a clue about what this is really all about, because I wrote a whole post about what particular area of teshuva that’s related to.

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So, instead of spending my time fuming and gnashing my teeth, and hating government institutions wholesale, I decided I’m going to spend the next two weeks trying to ‘enjoy’ the situation God has put me in.

And trying to see the good.

And also using this time to work on things that I pushed to the back burner for so many years, like my Secret Diary of a Jewish Housewife series, which are based on the best bits of my blog.

Today, the paperback version of Volume II of the Secret Diary of a Jewish Housewife series went live on Amazon (and I can’t buy it myself still, as I’m in Israel and they aren’t delivering here yet), and the Kindle should be ready middle of the week, BH.

It’s called Questions for God, and it spans my blog for the year 2016 – when I was going through a lot of things that sound like I could be writing about what many of us are experiencing right now, during this whole COVID-19 madness.

Stuff like accepting God’s will wholeheartedly.

Even when it seems to be the very opposite of what you yourself are hoping for, and praying for, and wishing for. And how to deal with teenagers in a real way, that doesn’t negate their budding sense of self, but which also keeps them at least broadly trundling in the right direction down the tracks. And questions about what our true sense of purpose really is, when all the ‘reality’ we knew suddenly disappears and we’re left feeling totally lost in the world…

And a bunch of other stuff, besides.

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The next two weeks, I have plans to also get Secret Diaries Numbers 3, 4 and 5 pulled together and ready to get out too – to bring us up to 2019.

So, keep your eyes peeled for that.

And in the meantime, no news is good news.

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Well, I’m typing this in the middle of a dystopian novel…

This morning, I got up early and went with one of my kids to walk in the forest nearby to my home. This particular kid has been pretty depressed the last two weeks, because she’s had no face-to-face contact with friends for 5 weeks, and she’s 16.

Plus, she’s been feeling – like so many of her peers – that there is absolutely no point in waking up, just to spend hours cooped up bored in the house.

But yesterday I told her, don’t let them win! Don’t let the b*stards win! They want to make us all fat, miserable and totally depressed and apathetic, so we just roll over and let them take over every aspect of our lives. Don’t let them get you down!! Keep setting small goals every day, and find small things to make you happy!

So today, she amazed me by getting up early enough to come for a walk with me.

We both took our stupid, pointless masks – the most obvious sign of the medical dictatorship that’s taken over the world –  and headed into the woods. It was fresh and crisp, a little overcast, quiet and green. It was magic.

For 20 minutes.

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Then, the stupid cops showed up again, and asked us where we lived. We told them – it was within 500 m of forest – so then, they went to their next complaint: why are you walking in the forest?

Why can’t we walk in the forest? My daughter wanted to know.

If we can walk on the street, if we can walk around a super, what is the frigging problem with walking in a totally empty forest at 7am when there is no-one else around?!?!?!?

The policeman went into his ridiculous shpiel, my daughter’s eyes glazed over, and mine hardened into two shiny little black lazer beams. I didn’t say anything, I just looked at him. I’ve learned from experience, that freaks them out way more than anything I could say.

So, we got our marching orders, and the girl who used to be a convinced, ardent Zionist is increasingly coming around to the viewpoint that the State of Israel – and its institutions – really are evil.

I guess that’s one of the silver linings of all this.

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But then when I got home, I slumped a little.

How much longer can we all continue living in this dystopian novel, where fresh air and walking in forests has been outlawed?

I’ve taken to shopping as much as possible in the corner shop, even though it’s more expensive, as every time I go to the super, the mandatory temperature taking and grim-faced customers in masks just totally freaks me out.

They’ve turned the whole world into an open air prison, and none of us are even complaining.

And so many sheeple are still buying the lies, and genuinely thinking that all this is being done for our benefit. As if.

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Many months ago, Rav Berland talked about how the Tzaddik and his people would have to go and spend 9 months in the desert, before Moshiach came.

The son of David can’t come until after 9 months of being in the wilderness, where they will do true, real Teshuva. There is nothing like pressing some ‘Moshiach’ button and then Moshiach will arrive…. Am Yisrael will need to be in the wilderness, in the desert, in order to make true Teshuva.”

When I first read that, it seemed kind of unrealistic.

Today, I’m honestly pondering if that’s going to be the only way me and my family can avoid the  COVID-19 neo-fascists. If I drop off the grid entirely, and go and see if there’s some patch of desert I can live on where no-one will fine me for breathing fresh air.

See, I just wrote that, and I’m back in the dystopian novel.

It’s a strange time you live in, when John Wyndham and George Orwell books start to sound like prescient journalism, as opposed to exaggerated prophecies of doom.

I hope God is going to get us out of this situation soon.

Because living in a world where it’s illegal to take a walk in a forest or breathe fresh air is really not fun.

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