Our sages teach that all of Torah centers around loving our fellow human as we love ourselves. Apparently, this is an odd concept: What do the laws of Kashrut, Shabbat, or tefillin have to do with brotherly love? The following video clip, filmed in the gorgeous Judean Hills between Gush Etzion and Hevron, provides the answer and gives us food for thought in preparation for Shavuot, the holiday that commemorates our people's receiving the Torah on Mount Sinai.
Any nation that is foolish enough to attempt severing any part of the Temple Mount and Jerusalem from the Jewish people hasn't learned the lessons of history:
You can learn about emuna from all the stimuli in your environment and in your daily routine. "Flight 613", a little 2-minute inspirational shot of emuna, is the product of my thoughts on a recent plane trip. I hope you enjoy it.
Many women ask me why Jewish law requires them to cover their hair. In a nutshell, the status of a woman's hair changes at the time she is married to her zivug, her soul-mate. The restriction of not displaying her hair to any and all onlookers symbolizes the discipline she brings to herself upon making the commitment to a single male. Through this, she brings phenominal blessings to herself, to her husband, and to her entire family, even affecting the uprightness of her descendants!
My esteemed friend, scholar, and Kabbalist Rabbi Pinchas Winston gives one of the best explanations I've ever seen as to why a married woman should cover her hair in this week's Breslev Israel web magazine.
This coming Friday (and Shabbat, outside of Israel) is Shavuot. Shavuot is also the yahrtzeit of King David and the Baal Shem Tov.
Hashem had to put evil's #1 angel to sleep before He could give the Torah to Israel. Read about it in Our Secret Weapon.
It's better to owe to your wife than to owe to the credit company, as you'll find out in My Wife, the Creditor.
Rebbe Natan explains that adultery results from a spirit of Folly.
Many have asked us about the Breslever custom of the "techelet", the blue string on their tzitzit. Read all about it in our wonderful new series, In Search of Biblical Blue.
This week's Torah portion is Bamidbar (In Israel; outside of Israel, for the next 6 weeks, our overseas brothers will be a week behind us since this coming Shabbat they'll be reading the Torah portion for the second day of Shavuot).
Breslev Israel and the Beams wish you a wonderful week and upcoming Shavuot holiday.
Earlier this week, Shlomo Katz (a "Cohen," or member of the priestly tribe) and I joined together in an evening of song and inspiration in Ramat Bet Shemesh. Here is one of Shlomo's very special original melodies, based on the Yom Kippur liturgy that describes how the People of Israel in the courtyard of our Holy Temple in Jerusalem fall on their faces and prostrate themselves when they hear the High Priest call out the Ineffable Name Yud-kay-Vav-kay once a year on Yom Kippur. How I long to witness such a Yom Kippur - soon, G-d willing. The Beams, Emuna Outreach, and Breslev Israel wish you a wonderful Shabbat.
Here's the 58-minute playback of our weekly Wednesday emuna lesson, with a front-row seat for you at our Chut Shel Chessed Yeshiva in Jerusalem. Rav Shalom Arush revealed to me a few amazing secrets in attaining true happiness, which we're happy to share with you on today's lesson entitled The King's Son. Enjoy it.
You can feel it in the air, here in Israel. It defies words, but something is happening. The scent of Geula and Moshiach is in the air; it's subtle still, but if a person can't smell it, he really needs an ear, nose, and throat specialist.
Rina from Los Angeles sent me a very special email earlier today: "I dreamed that I was on a cattle car with a bunch of other Jews from our synagogue, and they were taking us to a concentration camp somewhere in the Nevada desert. All of a sudden you appeared, Rabbi Lazer. You unlocked the door and started pulling people off the train. You yelled, "There's no time to lose, either jump now or die!" You extended your arm to me, motioning for me to approach the door. I was so afraid. You whispered, "Jump, Rina!" I did, and when I opened my eyes, I was at the Kotel in Jerusalem. The Levites were singing the Hallel for Rosh Chodesh..."
Francis from Singapore also had a dream two nights ago, where he saw me talking about Rosh Chodesh.
Dreams notwithstanding, we long for our Holy Temple, the Beit HaMikdash.
It's unfortunate that so many people search the ends of the earth for some meaningful spirituality - a true, pure, and uncomplicated connection with The Almighty - when they're not even aware of their own fabulously rich spiritual heritage.
People ask me if meditation is kosher; if it brings you to cling to Hashem, by all means. In case you don't know, meditation originated with our ancestors, the ancient Hebrews.
Hebrew meditation is a form of "hitbodedut", or secluded personal prayer where a person yearns to cling to The Almighty with all his or her cognitive faculties, body, and soul. Nothing is so conducive to inner peace as merging with G-d, in the way that a small flame of a candle merges with and completely nullifies itself to a great flame.
By meditation, we communicate everything on our heart to Hashem, beginning with expressions of praise and gratitude. Then we do soul-searching, cleaning out those hidden cobwebs of past misdeeds that are liable to haunt us. The more we develop sensitivity and receptiveness by frequent daily hitbodedut, the more we are able to hear the soft flashes of Hashem's messages that illuminate our souls.
The following film clip is a gift to you, my dearest brothers and sisters, wherever you are. In less than 4 minutes, it will magically uplift you from the depths of stress and worry. True spirituality is somewhat like popcorn or potato chips - you always want more.
The music in this clip is Native American, composed by Grandmother White Eagle, esteemed elder of the Texas Cherokee nation and our very dear friend. Fiercely monotheistic, the Cherokee Nation has its roots in the ten lost tribes of Israel. The lovely native American melodies are therefore strikingly similar to the ancient Hebrew shepherds' flute, conveying a yearning to commune with God, as we see in this sea-side meditation based on the prayer "Nishmat" coupled with a Hebrew Tai-Chi style meditative exercise. Feel free to forward this clip to someone you love, by clicking on the "permalink" and pasting the URL to an email. Enjoy and G-d bless.