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Leah’s Blog Dec 8th 2017

 width=Driving to a major city in Israel always amazes me. It may not have that rustic biblical hilly rocky look, but the phrase “Kam veNeetzava”- “And my sheath stood erect” has the skyscrapers and new buildings standing tall and proud, one after another in what were empty lots of sand dunes just last year…. This year on Chanukah the new windows will have thousands of new lights lighting up the night, a cozy homey feeling.

I kind of need this urban fix. It infuses me with a new idea.

This week we read about Yosef. “And Yosef recognized his brothers. But they did not recognize him.” (Genesis 42:8), not knowing that beyond that external handsome exterior there contained an internal content of holiness. His brothers actually sat down to eat bread just as he was thrown into the pit. HOW?

Yosef did not grope in the dark (tartey mashmah!) He overcomes many obstacles as he goes down and deeper into the dark pit of Egypt.

Very soon he was raised to glory fame and fortune, recognized for his outstanding uniqueness for being a light and channel for Hashem’s voice.

Yosef is a pusher, a pillar. He realizes his decisions affect historical outcomes.

Here, on the ground, a new Jerusalem seems to have fallen out of the sky. A monumental stunning city that dazzles millions and a true testimony to Hashem’s word coming home. But as we push- they want us to retreat. As we establish- they try to nullify. As we proclaim the peace of Jerusalem – they riot. Finally, we stand like skyscrapers because we can do something about it! Empowered by the place and by the hour- Thank you President Trump for recognizing and not submitting.

Here on the ground it’s a rocky road. (Tartey mashmah)

But, like Yosef said after being sold by his brothers, “You had bad intentions. But Hashem had good intentions and planned it for good and for Providence!” (Genesis 50:20)

Chanukah is coming this week. We are soon coming to the day that every day will be easy access to receive the holy light from Jerusalem. This week we all say AL HANEESEEM!

Thank you Hashem

Thank you POTUS

 

Shabbat Shalom! Happy Chanukah!

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Leah’s Blog Dec 1 2017

Leah’s blog- Parshat Vayishlach 2017

There’s an expression in Hebrew which I’ll translate- “What you don’t see from here – you see from there.” When Yaakov Avinu blesses his son Yosef, his grandchildren Efrayim and Menashe, the sons of Yosef and Asnat appear and Yaakov takes a deep look and says, “Who are these?’ Is this a midda keneged middah for when Yitzchak tried to discern if he is blessing Esau or Yaakov? Is this a prophecy Yaakov is having seeing something difficult like bad idolatrous times coming out of the tribes of Efrayim and Menashe?

Looking out the window now, I have to tell you- I had an idea.

UNESCO which stands for United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization, put out a pamphlet about Mount Gerizzim and the whole area of the Land of Schechem. In describing the place I face right now, the two mountains of the Blessing and the Curse, the valley of Shechem, the primordial first stop of Abraham and Yaakov later to become to nachalah of Yosef Hatzaddik in a double blessing for his sons Efrayim and Menashe – it says in their pamphlet-: “The excavations reveal that this place was inhabited intermittently during the Hellenistic, Roman, Byzantine and Islamic periods. The archeological remnants on the main summit consist of a large Acropolis with paved roads and immense fortifications including walls and gates which were surrounded by a residential neighborhood.”

No mention of what went on behind those immense fortified ancient walls that affect every Jewish person’s DNA. The place of the rape of DiNA. Dina goes out to look at what the daughters of this place are doing. She looks — but she is being seen. Shechem takes her in a violent rape. Her baby is sent down to Potiphera and she is raised in Egypt. Before sending the little baby girl there Yaakov prepared a golden amulet that she wore that said “Bat Yaakov”. She is raised in Pharoh’s house like Moses did.

Like Yosef did too.

Yosef is known to be so beautiful in mind and body- yet he is the antithesis of Shechem. He never falls for seduction. He is shomer HaBrit. That’s why we call him Yosef HaTzaddik.

Asnat and Yosef marry and Efrayim and Menashe are born.

Sometimes your greatest nightmare can be your greatest blessing.

They later return to receive the double portion of the land of their grandfather in the very place of the rape. Remember, the city has been circumcised.

In the book of Joshua :Perek 15- clearly it is spelled out that when Menashe has children he names his son Shechem. Shechem is also not listed as a city captured during that settlement of Eretz Yisrael when Joshua and Israel come in. Our sages tell us that is because the original capture took place after the raping of DINA and the complete cleaning and dedicating of that city to Am Yisrael.

Shechem is interesting because it sits snugly between the two mountains of Efrayim and Menashe. One is called the Blessing. The other, the Curse. There is always a flipside here. Always a choice.

Shimon and Levi evolved into two distinct tribes, very different from each other. One- the Levites who were able to channel the energy of purifying into holiness and self –restraint, their job was to bless. While the other, Shimon, failed the test in the scene with Kozbi and Pinchas has to step in- in all zealousness to stop this curse.

It’s troubling to see the new phenomenon of Harvey Weinsteins and the dark side of Shechem ben Chamor. Instead of being a lighthouse- they choose to be a whorehouse. But even then- we can only pray there will be always for each and every one of us a chance to choose between the two. It is never too late. ” Who are these” Yaakov asks as he sees maybe even a resemblance of that horrific thing that happened. But then he is so uplifted when he sees what beautiful good children they are!

Shabbat Shalom!

 

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Leah’s Blog Nov 10th 2017

AN OPEN LETTER TO JASON GREENBLATT AND JARED KUSHNER

 

There was an event that preceded the hunting down and massacre of my father’s entire family in November 1942 in Nisko Poland on a cold broken day, a day an old world was shattered. It was the November of 1938 in Berlin Germany, and towards evening a crowd of well -dressed perfectly groomed Germans screamed “Jews Go HOME!” as they scrawled the words all over the synagogues desecrated, the schools and business and even on the bodies of the hundred victims of that pogrom. The writing was on the wall even before this night of broken glass, a foreshadowing of things to come, which changed the course of history. But not in the way the curse was intended. It would see the shoot coming out of my father’s sole surviving family be planted through me in a Land unsown right here on the mountains of Israel.

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70 years ago something moved in the world that forever changed our destiny. While old worlds shattered, new ones were created. G-d also created universes before this one and destroyed them. Is this what it means in the book of creation about old worlds shattering and new ones created I wonder, a prophecy for the end of days? On that cold November night, the vessels of exile as a place for the wandering Jew shattered. In that dissolution and descent, of confusion and chaos, a complete breakdown of identity swept minds souls and later bones and bodies into the abyss.

But there was a primary purpose.

It wasn’t but three years after the war and a birth happened. A great miracle as the Land of our Matriarchs bled, but with life. The milk and honey began to drip and the baby suckled. The child grew into an army like no other. The Land collected the shattered shards, a broken people made beautiful, strong – a Nation.

As G-d hides, He also reveals Himself. Before prophecy can exist in the land of Israel, it must be settled and inhabited by a majority of Jews in the world.

This November, as we learn about our Patriarchs and Matriarchs in these portions, about their life stories right here on this foundation stone, this primordial first stop on a journey inside the Land, up and down its backbone right smack in the center between the Jordan and the Great Sea, about their life stories about struggle and fixing, take a stand! Wonder at this miracle- We invite you to come and to identify, to not divide but to collect and be a lighthouse to the world so thirsty to know.

Come close to the source- Jews go home!

Shabbat Shalom

 

Leah Goldsmith – Itamar Israel

 

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Leah’s Blog Shana Tova 5778

                        Shana Tova 5778

 

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urgent territorial drive somewhere in me made me leave the throngs of people and excitement of New York City to come out here and claim it. So much birth growth and beauty was to be witnessed – It seems like a dream.

You probably think it began to flourish immediately. Well, it didn’t. Understaffed, this huge territory also had its share of enemies- natural ones like droughts, pests, and also the human enemy that came to rip out anything planted here. Finally FINALLY we began to push through. As this paradise began to finally reveal itself the sense of triumph in prized organic tomatoes width= and award winning vintage wine, peonies 


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Before blessing you I just want to thank you. You have helped me through hard times and when I say me I mean Itamar. With the coming New Year I would like to bless you and your families with a sweet and awesome New Year full of blessings and success.

 

This is a time for introspection and contemplation. It is a weighing of the scales also in our minds as we review this past year. How many times have we been tested and things didn’t go the way we wanted but we were blessed to finish the year and we’re all ok. This is a time to realize how much has been added to our lives in just this little time of 365 days! How Hashem has helped us through, This is a time to shed the weight of things that have presented themselves as obstacles whether natural, social, economic, emotional, physical, in every realm that we are tested in and now a time to set out on a new path where we feel first and foremost connected to Hashem and sanctifying our mission here in this life. It’s time to realize our great passions and dreams and aspirations are really for Him and His will. This New Year we will push even harder for revival. The foundation for all of what we ask for comes out of SHALOM- Peace. But I’m not referring to fake peace, a word so distorted- more than any other probably ever uttered on the face of this earth. I mean Peace in a drive covering all levels- within ourselves, our families, our neighborhoods, the world. But peace does not mean compromising your identity. Peace means keeping it whole.

There are very, very, very few Jewish people holding down the ancient and modern heart of Israel today. Real peace means that no –one can attack this heart of Hashem. No-one may dare forfeit it either. And that is why we are here. Therefore I have made it my life’s mission to stand as a watchwoman on the walls to fortify it. I want to take this opportunity to personally thank each and every one of you for your friendship, love, loyalty, and for knowing truth when everyone else in the world praised the emporer on his beautiful clothing and YOU KNEW BETTER! I want to thank you for your trust and commitment.. We have thankfully been able to complete some very important projects in the development of this vital area. Every project that has been completed is a testimony of your devotion to people that have put their lives at stake in order to safeguard this precious Land. We COULD NOT DO THIS WITHOUT YOU!

 

A few months ago two amazing families and our dearest friends in Oklahoma, the Stalsworths and Dolls asked how they could plant trees here. After much deliberation about how to plan this, the project is finally under way. For those of you who would like to feel personally involved in planting a tree, bush, or flower and be part of a dedication that will be for my parents of blessed memory zt’l – the garden path project is under way: We will be focusing on the path leading to the synagogue and planting trees indigenous to Israel like olive and grapevine, bushes and pomegranates. It takes a lot to plant a garden path. We have to- Prepare the ground first strategically- Then clear it- fertilize it and bring soil- turn over, rake, buff up the ground, – Install infrastructure, fences, computerized irrigation system and then maintain it. width=  width=  width= For all of those who have a special penchant for planting trees in Israel- this is your project. I can see the towering stems growing skyward! Please earmark on your kind donation- Garden Path Project. Please tell your friends and loved ones. Any amount helps. BE BLESSED!

Shana Tova Umetukah- with LOVE and Blessings, Leah

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Leah’s Blog Sep 8th 2017

I need to drink a third cup of coffee now to pump out this blog. With everything going on in the world, it is pin drop quiet here at home. I go to the widow and stare out at Mount Gerizim and Mount Eval.  width=Like so many times before this one I want to shake those shoulders of the Land and say, “Just tell us what is going on!” This place of perfect yin and yang, of the actual doorpost gives me a calm and steady answer of its own. I think of Shimon and Levi who redeemed the Land of Shechem sitting right in that cleavage and I ponder on their courage. Some accuse them of recklessness. I think of the strength of Abraham who came here without knowing it, some say he was stubborn –! I think of the power of Yaakov who came to own this place but many say his sons became corrupt in that iron influence. In yin and yang there is always a touch of white within the black and black contained in white. The great lie of selling Yosef contained a semblance of truth as all his dreams came true and he became their leader and King but also acted subservient to them at the ultimate time. A lot of hard things happened in this place but also the everlasting blessings came out from here. These blessings and curses are the blueprint we learn from to do and live a balanced life. This is the recipe for harmony in your life. Ultimately it is for the Bney Yisrael to be the givers of all this goodness the world needs to receive. The power of this Divine domain sometimes is shrouded here though. Rabbi Yitzchak Ginzberg helps us to perceive the ultimate balance demonstrated in this week’s parsha as the mountains represent counter balancing with pushing forward in mitzvoth and pushing back when from refraining from evil.

The adventure of the Blessings and the Curses began with the writing of the Torah and the reading of the Torah and the building of an altar on Mount Eval. (Incidentally the old grey and withered rocks of that altar stand as a monument today on the naked Mountain. The remains of kosher animals used for sacrifices only frustrate the apikoress archeologists more!) Rabbi Ginzberg goes on to say that the blessings were said on Mount Gerizzim and the curses on Mount Eval. The flipside of what we would expect! Indeed the curses said are paralleling the passuk :ארץ ישראל נקנת ביסורים” – “The Land of Israel is acquired through suffering.” On the contrary! Regardless of what we might logically think, hidden in the curse is the great blessing, even more so than the revealed blessings, a higher level of blessing that is hard to receive or perceive in ordinary natural ways, therefore it starts as judgment and suffering (as we see with the Yosef and Dina sagas) but in the end- the great blessing bursts through and breaks the barrier. The great happening on Mount Eval is a supernatural event that enables the invitation into the acceptance of the ultimate blessing.

We have known hard times here. I don’t have to tell you, you’re friends of Itamar…. There were times and many in fact that I could not look up at those mountains. It was exactly 17 years ago in September of 2000 that Yosef was thrown into the pit as the world acquiesced to the Oslo accords and abandoned the Tomb of Yosef. This holy site is situated directly in the center of the two mountains we read about in this Parsha. Our world leaders and also Jewish leaders turned their backs on Yosef as it was burnt to the ground. It was only exactly a year later in September 2001 that the World Trade Center did the same in turn and if anyone thinks the events are not related- tell them to re- examine their knowledge of the connection of the Land to our reality . People call this place the eye of the tornado as most suicide bombers live on the hills surrounding us. Yet- I have to say- It is just so peaceful! WTH! This Parsha also has the famous passuk- “ברוך אתה בבואך וברוך אתה בצאת “Blessed are you when you come and blessed are you when you leave”- Abraham came, Israel returned- all through this place. The supernatural natural events of OUR RETURN, of the vines heavy with grapes and the landscape changing here answers me though. Fire and floods, earthquakes that shake the earth, eclipse when day is night night is day –The world churns in nervous anxiety, yet the steady promise is answered here. Sometimes what looks like a curse to you is actually an invitation to examine what Hashem is really keeping secret and waiting for you to choose – the ultimate blessing. I want to bless each and every one of you with a tipping of the scales in your favor for the year to come. The New Year is upon us and as September brings lots of tests to so many people in all realms of their lives, it is a great time for re- evaluating and seeing through the shroud. So many of you come to mind as the hurricane pushes on into Florida and northward- Please know you have friends here loving you and praying for you! Shabbat Shalom!

This Blog is being dedicated to the memory of our Rabbi, HaRav Binyamin Herling HY”D who was murdered on Mount Eval during the Sukkot holiday soon after the destruction of the Tomb of Yosef in 2000.

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Leah’s Blog Aug 18th 2017

Leahs Blog August 18 2017 Parshat Re eh
Sometime in the early eighties I found myself somewhere outside of myself. I moved to a regular Public High School after our yeshiva high school closed down. Until then I basically felt the melting pot of living as a first generation American only in my neighborhood and in the culture of those rock n roll vrs. Disco (I loved both) times. But I hadn’t been afforded intimately mixing in to the great soup pot of America until that September when school began and I was just 16 years old. Gazing at the chalkboard, going to gym class, doing biology experiments or learning English Literature with kids from all walks of life and religions opened doors into a new hobby which I would later come to know as anthropology. Lots of my new friends and our teachers were Italians black and Irish but being that it was Brooklyn the majority were Jewish, the not observant kind. This afforded me a new and closer view into a whole new class of the then popular assimilated Jew, one that ate kosher style (not kosher), had Jewish terminologies for things in Yiddish slang (but did not understand Hebrew), but first and foremost – who had the direct desire to just blend in. There was lots of intermingling and later mixed marriages that came out of that. It was the classic Bridgette loves Bernie, our high school. As a teenager I obviously craved to fit in and found myself first walking to drama class rehearsals Friday night and from there things started to go downhill. Always at the back of my mind though was the image of my father’s siddur, wine stains on the pages of Kiddush and my mom’s smile at the Shabbat candles- “Remember – it’s Shabbos.”
We are nation separate and distinct. Is that a racist thing to say?
At best Jewish kids in this setting identified their Jewishness through the recent past, the holocaust which thankfully was preserved by the greater Jewish establishment . I too was a second generation holocaust survivor, actually an active one which had me going to hear my father lecture on it countless times. So surviving – yes, but moving forward and morphing into a proud strong identity, no. I mean as far as teaching about Israel being born and coming alive just prior to our own births and its significance to Jewish children like me. Something went wrong in the greater Jewish leadership too for not passing over the awesomeness of the present time and for a sweet future of nationalist identity to the Jewish kids of the eighties, an identity we did not have for two thousand years. How could this monumental event just skip over us? It was as foreign a concept as Judah the Maccabee- yeah, we heard of him but – what? It was like the closing of a door firmly in our faces, similar in a way to our brothers in Communist Russia but the flip side. They were told, “No! No! No!- you may not learn!” And we , well we just weren’t told we can’t learn- we just didn’t! We were happy to be the new Americans. Thankfully at home I got all I needed to know and read about Israel avidly. We were living in miraculous times and somewhere way beneath the surface of my variegated and colorful teenage life I knew there was more to it than just football, grades, parties and music. It took only a short “shpatzia” into that world to almost fall off of it. Questions of, “Who am I- what is my identity, who do I belong to, where do I belong came up sooner than later. It was a strange homesickness I had that I could not put into words! There had to be a larger sense of significance somewhere because in this arena I felt nothing meaningful.. Some- time later in my junior year of college I did what really was not the norm at that time and nothing was really stopping me. That’s when I went to Israel.
If you said “Israel” to people they kind of would draw a blank.
Fast forward now thirty something years ahead and Israel is flourishing at out of bounds proportions at the same exact time the idea of a religious nationalist state of Jews is repulsed by most left wing organizations. Antifa will not tolerate Israeli flags at rallies. The now liberal (for the most part) Jews feel a sense of comfort in left wing views but fail to realize that Linda Sarsour, let’s get even closer to home- the Democratic Conventions in many states not to mention academic discussions all stand against them in their core identity. You cannot be Jewish and take a pro- Israel stand in a left wing liberal cause just like you can’t be a Jew and pray peacefully in a reform Temple in Charlottesville because a bunch of Nazis are singing Seig Hail across the street. But what is worse? One side that hates you because of just the fact that you are Jewish (regardless that you may be FAR from observant) or violent left wing liberals taking down statues ISIS style and not including you if you pledge allegiance to the Israeli flag? When did the meaningful piece of the puzzle of the complete Jewish identity of NATION LAND TORAH get thrown into the waste baskets of Berkley Boston and Penn State and then deteriorate there I wonder. When did they smolder into complete self – hate? Jews feel defeated shaken and hopeless for all other people as their own identities are erased. This is the golden calf this culture worships and national is not rational. Not for Jews. They have become their own worst anti-Semites.
If you say “Israel” to most Jews their eyes kind of glaze over. It’s too touchy a subject.
This Shabbat we read Parshat Re- eh. As the controller of my own personal fate (and Hashem being the Ultimate controller) I can say I am watching this Parsha literally from the bleachers. “This day you have become a nation.” The Torah is defining the place, the people, the time. It is the day the Jewish people return to the crux, Abraham’s priority. It is in this place of the Mountains of the Blessings and the Curses that Divine Revelation is first marvelously experienced and then miraculously experienced on a national level when Joshua brought a slave nation into complete freedom finally in their own Land. Here in this place, right at the core of the heart of the Land given to us by Hashem we claim the Divine domain. And from here we turn out to the world to be a light unto the nations. We have returned to the place of Parshat Re-eh. Intuition tells me you will see and know more as time moves ahead at an accelerated rate now. Instead of turning back and having someone else’s voice instead of your own, you will find a voice. The homesickness will have you open what might appear to be the forbidden door that has kept you away. Hashem, please help us! Help us help ourselves!
Shavua tov!

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Leah’s Blog Rosh Chodesh Av 5777 / July 24 2017

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Life out here is not always the picturesque bales of hay basking in a golden halo, or the pink new born buds of the first blueberries I like to post on this website. Satan lurks around the bend as we read about in the book of Job and at times it seems the book of Job was written just for now just for us. All too many times the hay is burnt and the saplings pulled viciously from their new nesting places. This is without going into graphic scenes imprinted in my mind of the people that came to claim this Land for all of Am Yisrael who were butchered bekeedoosh Hashem. This week’s events are all too much deja vus from our lives here.

We learn that the first primordial event that happened on Tisha B’Av was the selling of Yosef. This reincarnated into the sin of the spies and the burning of our Temples and even the Great Inquisition in Spain as well as other horrific events like the expulsion of Jewish families from their homes in Gush Katif and the Northern Shomron- all intolerable acts that succumbed to Satan’s call for division and apathy. All in all Yosef really just went to seek his brothers, “את אחי אנוכי מבקש”. They could not KNOW or digest him.

Times are hard sometimes. Just at a time like this when it felt the entire country was burning down in an all- out arson attack on Israel, my husband and I arrived at a wealthy Jewish community which I will call SOMEWHERE U.S.A. on one of our speaking missions. It had been set up that the Rabbi would invite Moshe to speak before the Mussaf service to the congregation and of course share a little about what is going on in Itamar and in Israel. The Rabbi forgot to fetch him. After services I approached him as he was folding up his tallit and with a look of pure shock in his eyes as I walked right passed the mechitza that divided the men’s section from the women’s section. My heart beating I said “Shabbat Shalom!’ “Can I help you?” was his response. “Do I KNOW you?” was his second response. And so in saying who I was he immediately kind of rolled his eyes and said, “Remind me in the afternoon service to invite your husband up to speak” and then it happened again. This was no accident. Israel was burning down and I had no way to tell about it. The scheduled house meeting for Saturday night was basically unattended because the Rabbi “forgot” to mention it as he spoke about the various kiddishes and social events and Bark Mitzvahs (yes, bark) that were due to happen that week in their town. Maybe there was no room in the itinerary for us… I pondered it greatly. Devastated, we rolled into to the local pizza place for something to eat before returning to NY and then back home to Israel. I felt a little dizzy as I walked past a sign that said “ITAMAR STRONG” with pictures of me and Moshe and the owner of the pizza store that had come to stand with us after the Fogel massacre back home some years earlier. I went searching the packed store for the owner who I found on the floor behind the counter, his black pony tail packed neatly at the top of his head. He was down on his hands and knees as he scrubbed away at something and when he got up it was to face someone who asked him, “Can I return this slice- I have bubbles in my pizza!” The owner, let’s call him Jon (והמבין יבין) at that point turned pretty much red and then screamed, “There’s a bubble in your pizza!?Let me tell you something mister- There are people being stabbed in Israel now! There are entire forests burning down there now! And you’re crying about your pizza!??????????” ! What timing – suddenly from his side view he caught a glimpse of us and his entire expression changed. His face lit up and his smile slowly widened till it reached his ears!

So we left that town with a love donation in the end! The saving grace of the hour was -The Shvartza Wolf that came to console us in our hour of desperation. The people, heck- they just kept eating and eating- his being the only kosher pizza place for miles. They just couldn’t ever KNOW – let alone digest us. Jon’s parting words to us were “Sheeabood Mitzrayim!- they are on a perpetual lunch break! They are all just slaves in Egypt but we are mishpacha.”

Today is Rosh Chodesh Av. We diminish in pleasure full experiences now, no happy events for now – no vacations. There is enough sadness and retribution going on today to help us along in this commandment, trust me… Our reality is not perfect and not complete- not until the perfect entire redemption happens. But we are reminded of that and the hurt makes room for tikkun, for action, for doing something about it. It starts by recognizing and giving an opportunity to share about it, to do something about it. This really cannot be done without incredible self- sacrifice, without getting literally down on the floor. It comes with pain.

When we came to settle this place that really had nothing but hard turf and not much more, way before metal detectors and monitors were being placed at the entrance to the Temple Mount- the Muslims went wild. It was Erev Tisha Ba’Av and we were hardly on the ground a year or so. We were ten young families and there were some Sephardim, some Ashkenazim and some Yemenites. In discussing how exactly we would formulate the prayer service in the makeshift prefab that served as our synagogue, the question came up how the service would be conducted- would it be a version based on the traditions of which eidah exactly?- The acrid smell of smoke made us stop in mid -sentence as we ran out to see the only sheep pen go up in flames. “I think we need to attend to more pending issues” was the answer of the decisiveness of the hour. Hashem really doesn’t care what accent we daven in.

The billion Muslims in the world do not need today to be provoked by a handful of Jews going up to Har HaBayit or even a torrent of Jews going back to our holiest site (hallevay). The situation isn’t “blowing up” for any reason other than Jihad. They were violent when the State of Israel was created, and were unrestrained before that. The middle east has been bleeding for almost two decades regardless of Jews settling Israel or going up to the Temple Mount. Syria is being ripped apart, Iraq bleeding, Afganistan quivering and Europe flooded with ticking time bombs and just for the fun of it entire parking lots burnt to the ground and worse, as once peaceful classic historic areas are being destroyed. It has got nothing to do with the Jews. Israel must stop offering sacrifices and stop apologizing for being Israel. The chaos created though can and should make room for us to fix, to confirm our history and enduring dedication, to show the eternal bond of memory and identity. This is the right time at this time to nourish and surprise as Yosef did at the end of that story while they were sitting around eating a meal and digesting.

The core tikkun of this time is Shalom Bayit- peace at home- within the family, the mishpacha- the Bayit- The House of Hashem. Let world events be and let’s focus on us. It’s an intimate time. Sometimes it means you have to get down on the floor as we do on Tisha Ba’Av in order to accommodate through humility. It’s all in the family. Stop pushing your brother aside. Listen to your sister when she wants to share her heart. Honor your parents. Try and hold it together for land’s sakes! Division caused the Kingship to split which left a huge crack in our foundation that allowed room for havoc. Yosef collected his brothers to him and a nation came out of that family, a nation that finally leaves Sheeabood Mitzrayim- no more slaves sucking up to self- abrogation but like it says in Psalms: “You will ARISE and Hashem will take pity on Zion- the time determined has come. For your servants love her very stones, they take pity on her dust. The nations will fear the name of Adonai and all the kings on earth your glory, when Adonai has rebuilt Zion, and shows Himself in Glory.” We are willing to lay down and rectify even the sin of the snake in Eden in order to build a family.

I got an e-mail today I want to share with you. It says, ” Dear Friends- I am so worried about you at the West Bank. Please prepare yourselves to leave as soon as possible. The uprising is just beginning. The Palestinians will do anything to own East Jerusalem, the Golan and the West Bank- you will be renting from them until Mashiach comes! I am so worried- take a vacation.”

All is not quiet on the eastern front- here’s your chance to really make a difference. We as I said now we are not able to take a vacation and from our mission here- NEVER!! Please tell everyone you know about Friends of Itamar who are here like a peg holding down the heart of this Land. What better time than now to fill the void, intensify our activities in making prophecy come true as we come to stand tall and crown Hashem in his House on Zion as we together stand as one united family. Make room for someone in your life. Make room for us.

Chodesh tov! Besorot Tovot!

 

 

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Leah’s Blog June 13 2017

Leah’s Blog-  The Jubilee of 50 Years – The Pseudo of the “West Bank” (?) and Parshat  Shelach   width=

 

I am not a scholar in residence and most shules will not have me. Perhaps only because of what I give testimony to, what I dare do and what I dare say- The truth. In truth or dare you normally have a choice- But when Hashem has actually chosen for you, you call it something else. When you dare to explore it, live it and then proclaim it for all to know; you would like to boldly shout it from the rooftops but there will only be but a remnant who will heed this call, your trumpet blow. The walls of Jericho will fall away, and largely most will hear but not listen, see but not look, witness but not take a stand. The sea will literally split for you and you will walk on dry land into the Promised Land but many will look back and turn into a pillar of salt, preferring it that way. It’s been that way from time immemorial. This Torah portion we read about the sin of the spies. I would like to apply the lesson not learnt from it to the West Bank Pseudo, clearly the greatest bogus ever created on the globe and the spies who live today in a ten against two reality – yes- now as Israel reveals herself to the world.

 

The Six Day War was by far the greatest miracle to ever take place in all times. The bitter enemies of Israel conspired and equipped themselves in great numbers to flush the Jews into the sea once and for all. All demonic oppositions joined forces to finally erase the Jews and they made a point of letting the whole world know. Only, in just a few days- six to be exact, they found themselves running back into their rat tunnels and set asunder like the wind, abandoning their evil plan. As they scattered, we were being collected, as they profaned, we made holy. As they cursed, our ancient language came alive. They were like grasshoppers – we like giants. They carried out their casualties, thousands upon thousands ——-We were like dreamers sowing in tears and reaping in joy as the desecrated holy sites became restored. We won the war when the odds were against us.

It didn’t take long till the Spies gave their evil report.

To tell the truth is to dare. It’s to stand on one side while the whole world it seems stands on the other. Like Abraham. And Abraham was tested all through his journey and dedication to faith. Hashem dared him and he was first to know truth.

And like Yosef, the dream was not recognized. In fact- the return to biblical Israel was shunned by the greater part of our brothers, let alone the world. As if there was no attack in 1948, as if there were no pogroms in Chevron Tzefat Jerusalem and other places in Israel in 1929, WAY BEFORE 1967, a new mantra had everyone saying the return to our ancient sites was flawed. All major Jewish organizations from Ultra- Orthodox to Conservative Temples to Reform, Reconstructionists- all the different streams in the coat of many colors that Zion was to wear became dipped in the blood of deception, Jewish blood of victims- many who were my friends and people I loved. The ones that had come to honor Israel became the scapegoat. The Jewish Federations sided with the enemy and said in order to have peace we had to defect, to go back into the wilderness. The scheme fit many- the Rabbis of Brooklyn who adored life in the shtetyls of our cursed exile, the pulpit congregations so entrenched in diaspora. Yosef was shunned and when his territory was burned to the ground as soon as “The Peace Process” went under way- he- tartey mashma- was thrown into the pit and sold by his brothers. Precious Jewish homes were destroyed, thriving hothouses and business all bulldozed down as a master plan for achieving peace in the Middle East depended on Jewish self- destruction. “G-d, please do not cover Your face!” we begged. “Please do not give them guns!” we cried. The Times magazine featured a settler toting an M16 on its front cover- THIS – it said is the real worry. A Jewish man trying to protect his family from the chaos of Oslo. They didn’t bat an eyelash if only to sneer us down and know like King Saul to have a change of heart, a seizure of complete madness- a desire to see us fall.

The spies were sent out to scout the Land but they brought an evil report, not recognizing the true goal of Hashem in setting up His home as an eternal covenant with Israel. The Land was good- very good- but they “maastem beEretz Chemdah.”- They did not say things as they were but they gave THEIR OWN INTERPRETATION TO SUIT THEIR OWN NEEDS. This caused a serious lack of trust in Hashem fulfilling His promise on the part regular people influenced by blind bias. The blind led the blind.

The spies and that generation perished and never entered the Land.

The late 1990’s saw a Sin of the Spies phenomenon that we reel from till this very day. Widows and orphans, maimed and homeless…..Nonetheless, the few that stood in the hands of the many dared and their truth blossomed. The rocks thorns and dry heat and obstacles like terror arson and neglect gave way to canopies of grapes, green farmland, cinnamon and allspice. Israel’s heartland found a way to overcome and prevail ; the olive oil pours, the honey delicious, the homes beautified, the communities fortified.

Hashem is asking to look around. To choose. To dare. To search and find. Fifty years – our jubilee. It is time to wake up and leave the desert. I don’t think most shules would be happy to hear this blog but I dare them to .

Leah Goldsmith

Itamar, Israel

 

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Leahs Blog – June 3 2017 Remembering Gilad Zar HY”D

 width=I’ve been doing this blog long enough to open up to other dimensions of life here. Just this Thursday we went to the gravesite of a person who was my friend and neighbor, an incredible human being. When Moshe and I made Aliyah and were greenhorns to a great degree- Gilad always spoke regular to us as if we were regular Israelis- never made us in any way feel different or uncomfortable. He treated us as siblings and was family to us – the only family we really had here. I thought I would share some things with you written by his wife, Hagar. Let this piece be leh-eelooy nishmato!

Hagar: Eesroo Chag Shavuot is the date Gilad Zar was murdered 16 years ago. I want to tell you about him. Why is it important to tell you? Because he was a Jewish soul that was taken by Hashem to heaven while he was still young and healthy, a father of a family with lots of tasks yet to do, plans and dreams still not fulfilled- there is great significance to this- think about his great personality and his special soul , to what you want to take from learning about him and how it will affect the way you want to live your life……. Every scope of Gilad’s life had fullness to it- his cup ran over literally. He was energetic, full of motivation, ran from place to place, got a lot done and was the best at what he did. It is easy to identify with him. He was easy to be friends with. The oldest of eight children, he was born on Kibbutz Be’erot Yitzchak and grew up in Moshav Nechalim. Later the family moved the Karney Shomron and he went to learn in Yeshivat Or Etzion. Gilad became an officer in the IDF in Nachal Gdood 50 Paratroopers. I met him there when I myself was an officer after the evacuation of Yamit in Sinai and the transfer of the communities to Gush Katif. I was brought secular and of course Gilad was Torah observant from birth- he brought into a new world eventually of return to the real Jewish roots.

A month and a half before Gilad was murdered he was injured in a drive by shooting. He evacuated himself, was treated and returned to his job as the senior Kabat of the Shomron. He at the time of the murder had eight children, ages- 15-3. He did not have the merit of seeing our children marry nor did he meet our grandchildren. But he does see them from heaven and participate in our simchas from the heavenly realm he is in. We feel it.

Gilad helped establish over thirty communities in the Shomron. The place he was murdered became an important junction and the new road paved in his name- “Gilad’s Way”( Tzeer Gilad) which connects Gav Hahar to the western part of the Shomron which slopes down to the coast. On this road, The Gilad Farm- Chavat Gilad was set up, a community which is growing now too. Gilad also led the bulldozers to where all the new roads were to be paved into and on all the new settlements. He worked nights as days in order to make sure not an inch of State land was ever trespassed or poached on. Gilad loved the army and loved wearing his army uniform. He gave everyone a sense of complete security. He was the Shomron land scout when things were first being mapped out, a pathfinder and reconnoiter that knew his way around every tree Tel cave and far away wadi, and loved his job.

Gilad also loved home. He loved raising his children and would help with household tasks gladly. He would wash dishes, wash the floor, cook, shop, feed the kids, put the little ones to bed, shower them, change diapers, prepare sandwiches for school and kindergarten and would always say “To have honor- you must work hard!” He never wasted time on sleep. Think about that- he was thoughtful, responsible, shared, gave and was diligent. He had self- sacrifice for real values. When people asked him how much sugar to put in his coffee he would say “With a wife like mine- who needs sugar!” He was humorous and used humor as a tool for dealing with the various challenges of life. One of the most touching moments of my life was when my father died he said “Now I will be your father too”. Then he wasn’t being funny but thoughtful.

When I would work at night cleaning up the home and taking advantage of the little ones sleeping to do other labors he would say “If Hashem wanted you to work- he would make the sun shine at night honey!” Think of that- Truthful humor, flexibility, thoughtfulness and generous! A good heart makes us rise above everything! He said we have to live what we learn in the Torah. Gilad was the expert fixer and would fix all the broken washing machines, dryers, fridges and never take a dime for doing it from anyone. When something broke he would be there- IMMEDIATELY! Think of that- Concern for your neighbor, help, goodfriend, persistent in doing good deeds.

Gilad established Itamar and was the first mayor, the first security head and leader of the first nucleus of families to come out of Machon Meir, many of them baaley teshuva. Lots of these people came out of kibbutzim and were fresh in keeping mitzvoth, not knowing all the minute details of halacha or tradition- in prayer and in practice. In his simple way, as he did with me, he brought them all close to yiddishkiet- he was wonderful at that! Think about that- if each person reading this right now would reach out and help another person know a little more about torah and mitzvoth how that would shake the world!

Gilad was like a ruler- straight, clean, organized, never cursed, maybe a little cynical at times but to a boundary- He always said- “Don’t wait for someone else to do it for you- YOU DO IT!” He was a person of truth- no shows. Shape your personality around the good Jewish values we hold so preciously close to us! Read books about Jewish heroes!

Gilad was also on top of everything else the ambulance driver and urgent care volunteer. Many Shabbat meals were spent without him because duty called and he went to take a woman to give birth or an injured child to the emergency room. Gilad also always thought out of the box- a bobby pin can be used for just about everything, an old washing machine motor turned into something else- a scale for measuring could be made out of a glass jar and a line drawn with magic marker and just fill it with water- just about anything could be used instead of anything! THINK OUT OF THE BOX! There was always an alternative if one thing didn’t work- then you just used something else! Creative thinking! NEVER SAY “I CAN’T DO IT!” For instance- women shouldn’t say “I don’t understand a Shabbat clock”……… nor should they not know how to screw in a lightbulb.

There is so much more but I guess you get a picture of what a tsaddik was like- very involved in fixing the world!

I hope that the things said here in the name of dear Gilad have opened up your thinking and that you take his example and implement them into your lifestyle.

All of these things are example of miseeroot nefesh (self sacrifice). For Eretz Yisrael, for your fellow friend and neighbor close by and far away maybe. It is about a way of life that you choose by putting aside your personal needs for the doing of great things. It doesn’t have to be nor shouldn’t it be dying on Kiddush Hashem. Its true haroogey malchut are on a very high level,that their souls are elevated to the seat of Kavod, but our actions here in this world will fix this world- Our goodness should match their personal goodness- we feel their influence and hashgacha on us always. Yihee nishmato tzroora betzrore hachayim- END

It hard to fathom all that we have experienced here on Itamar with the loss of these precious souls. I cannot begin to tell you what amazing a person Gilad was for me, for us –One time (out of the many) he took me to give birth we arrived at the hospital and asked me well- if it’s a girl go through the right side of the door and if it’s a boy- go through the left-He was trying to humor me as my contractions were pretty bad and I was getting ready to scream. That’s the way he was…. Driving the ambulance through Ramallah in the height of the intifada (there was no bypass road yet at that time), he demonstrated complete calm and was like a father/brother / care bear that really just made me feel totally safe and sound. Another time he took us up to Mount Eval to meet the archeologist that discovered Joshua’s altar way before it even became publicized – who were we that we should have such an honor I asked him. He just smiled sheepishly- He always made us feel special. His actions will be engrained in my memory forever and will hopefully also be an example for our children and theirs in the continuing challenges we face along the way- the way we continue to pave towards geulah shelaymah! Xoxoxoxoox

 

 

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Leah’s Blog – May 30th 2017 – Shavuot

 

 

For me Shavuot is a threshing floor. The Temple Mount is even more than that, paralleling our Avot who came way before Moshe Rabbeinu or David HaMelech. For Avraham it was a hill- the mount he saw from afar early in the morning- For Isaac it was a field- the place he was praying in the afternoon, and for Yaakov it was a house- Hashem told him not to fear the night and that the whole house of Israel would be fashioned out of it. Shavuot in ancient times was the festival of the first fruits and bread made from the first grains. Wheat barley grapes figs pomegranates olives and dates all were carried up to the Temple Mount. The setting: golden fields all around- the city adorned in white and gold. Chazal teach us that Shavuot was the day Moshe Rabbeinu was actually lifted up out of the Nile by Bitya Bat Pharoh. She saved him and in essence he saved our nation. Way before he actually demanded to “Let My People Go” he was saving his fellow man. The Midrash tells also about his acute sensitivity for others, even a lost goat that strayed from the flock. The kindness shown to him was an imprint for his own mission- teaching kindness- the Torah in a nutshell.

Shavuot in most schools in America and other places in the diaspora is taught only as Chag Matan Torah. Unfortunately, they do not  focus on the  agricultural aspects of holiday as we do in Eretz Yisrael. Even on Mount Sinai the portions dealing with the actual giving of the Torah- all of them pertain to the agricultural laws of Shemitah and tithing. At best there is a leaning in to the story of Ruth that gives us a taste of the fields and the love and care the convert Ruth showers upon her destitute mother in law by never leaving her going out to collect the wheat stalks to pull together some kind of livelihood from the tithed fields to sustain them both. In contrast to Moav where she came from, where that nation was known for its stinginess and history of making life hard for Israel and not allowing them even a drink when traveling through that land, she is thoughtful and full of chesed. They are gleaning on the back roads of Bethlehem, with Jerusalem just beyond that horizon but still too early….Beit Lechem-literally meaning The House of Bread – (Shavuot the only time really bread is offered as most of the year the show bread are matzot) becomes the place of refuge but also the breeding ground for the story of Kingship as the seeds of the Mashiach are sown right there .After all of her actions Ruth lays down to rest on the threshing floor. She can count on Boaz’s dependability, becoming a vessel for the times to come of sovereignty in the Land and a King, preparing the ground for Malchut .Shavuot is the birthday and day of passing of King David, their progeny- the Malchut of the Malchut just counted in the end of the Omer. David wins all battles and then comes to buy the threshing floor from the Jebusites, the same place that is a mount and a field becomes the house of Hashem.

Way before all of that though, after the Exodus, in the desert, the giving of the Torah brought great anticipation for the nation of Israel. This was the blueprint of how to act upon entering Hashem’s home and what to offer in Hashem’s house. This unequivocally meant that they knew they were headed to a place of community and appreciation of the Land. When they did reach it they had the broiling hot sun for their crown and work clothes for their garments, spending hours days and years clearing stones, raking, fertilizing and planting. Large holes were dug and lots of ditches. Fences had to go up and three years of hard, hard work- then -only orlah. The forth year- Neta Revay. When the fifth year came around and the fruit full and beautiful hung on the trees. It was carried up to Yerushalayim in ornate baskets in a procession of parading pilgrims in the times of the Temple. (and before that the Mishkan) Offered up there in the house of Hashem in the Land of Hashem, thanks were given for all goodness bestowed upon us in the mystical yet practical Land. It was a Thanksgiving Day of the lovingkindness Hashem bestowed. Shavuot was like a wedding ceremony as we gave recognition to the very beginning of our forefathers and then to our exodus beginning with the release of Moshe Rabbeinu and our own release of years of being shackled in a cruel land- not our own. We were a nation refined. We had to be sifted again and again and again like the grain.

Before something can be offered up, we go back to that primordial place to the first people that brought us to where we are today. Rashi brings down that the highest level of flour that was sifted to the point where the ikkar fell away from the tafel- only then- that was made into the Temple bread finally. This in essence is the rectification of the sin of the spies that we will reading from the Torah portion a few weeks. They thought it was a land that ate its inhabitants frightened by the above nature proportion of the fruits of the Land not internalizing that that it was a Land that FED its inhabitants.- Today here in Israel we all try to reach the “fine flour” level in our souls knowing and believing in the goodness of the Torah and the Land- two inseparable things. We now too are going through a refining process but thankfully are entering a whole new era G-d willing of Malchut and recognition of the Temple and its life source to us and all of mankind. Never before has there been a massive desire to go up to the place of the Temple mount where Hashem’s house once stood and will soon again stand. We are all prayers here that schools in the diaspora again will teach about the soul – body connection of Am Yisrael to her Land- the true zeevug of love and kindness.

Here on Itamar we are trying hard with kind to the earth methods of organic agriculture to go back to the old ways of serving Hashem through preserving this precious Land. The farmers of Itamar strive to make the connect between the Torah and Hashem by keeping all the laws of shmitah terumah maaser peyah and more. We have been blessed with seeing the actual topography of the land change before our very eyes in the great chesed Hashem has done by bringing us home. As I always like to bring testimony- a good testimony of “The Land is good- very good!” We have seen it turn greener and the climate softer. Of course this means that it also entails lots of hard hard work as Hashem does this for us. If you can’t for any reason be here right now- Please partner with us as every hole dug literally needs a camera system so that the saplings aren’t ripped out by the enemy who want nothing more than to abort all connection of His Divine plan for prophesy to come true here. There are ground breaking projects going on like the installation of pools of water for wading for hikers and their upkeep that all require tremendous resources. For every field prepared there are expenses of watering systems and more that need your lovingkindness, a true understanding of Torah -to match. Toda Raba Raba- Chag Sameyach!