The new year will insist that we reach the place that Tshaf also tried to reach, with partial success: getting closer inside
Every Rosh
Hashanah, acronym enthusiasts
rush to
find plenty of meanings for the letters of the new year.
I look at the commentaries they proposed a year ago for the year 1959, which is separate from us, and see how no one sniped at the target. They suggested it would be a year of livelihood. Really. , And good news.
No one thought it would be an acronym miss year.
The initials of a year's name are unfortunately clear at the end, not the beginning.
The letters are the cover, and the gift is opened at the end of the party, and you see what came out.
And here it turns out that the letter Fa in the 5700s probably symbolized the word inwardness.
The past year has required us to go back inside, because the outside has failed miserably.
To return to the interior of the house, the interior of the family, the interior of our heart, and from there bring the power to deal with the decrees that have come down to us on the bundling of bundles.
Lots of people have discovered this year what a loving family they have, and what a precious relationship they have, and what forces of creation and renewal and reinvention they hold inside, forces that have not been expressed until this year, and suddenly burst out because there was no choice.
And a lot of people don't.
And there are also a lot of people that the call to go back inside has found them resisting, and struggling, and angry, and rebellious, and raging, and demanding to fly now, no matter where.
And most of all blame the government, and the people, and the Creator will be blessed.
In everything that happens in life there is a suggestion to get closer inside.
Whoever accepts the offer without getting angry at the offeror, wins.
Whoever chooses to reject the offer misses out on a big deal, because this is the only offer on the table at the moment.
Whoever wants a different reality, and until it comes to a halt and suspends his activity in the world - suffers.
This is where 5741 begins. On the face of it, its letters do not bode well, especially when they are said in the sequence "the year 5731".
Give it a try.
But he who believes that no evil descends from above to the world, is not deceived after the threat that it is a garbage year.
vice versa.
The coming year will insist with us to get to the place that the previous year tried to reach, and was only partially successful.
Until we get right inside, to our soulful place, where all human souls are united, regardless of view and opinion and position, will not let go of us.
And you should learn from last year in advance to be perhaps a little modest in your wishes.
This year you can settle for a "good time".
Peace
The peace agreements with the Gulf states and the rest of the nations that are grouping us must have a truly happy peace deployment.
For years we were lepers in the area, the kind who say their names with a lot of air - al-Tahahhioni, like a snake exhaling, wishing for their deaths by all sorts of unpleasant methods, trying to get rid of them in any way, meeting with them secretly while dirtying here in public with all sorts of insults to obscure evidence .
And suddenly, all of a sudden, an important part of the Arab world began to exchange speech.
It has not happened in the process of years, of building trust and all that.
It happened within weeks.
The salvation of Gd in the twinkling of an eye.
I eagerly watch TV interviews from Arab countries, thanks to the MMRI Institute. These Arabs hold interview programs that have not been with us for generations, and it's a shame. Intelligent programs, polite political discourse programs, variety. Give time and respect to every opinion. There is democracy in studios here already. No. Enviable.
In short, all of a sudden all sorts of ministers and all sorts of important ones started with them, the ones with the keffiyehs with the height arranged (you know how they put it that way), to speak a new language, as if she was sitting in their warehouse waiting for the day to come.
Bag, the old words are gone.
Tak, the new words have arrived.
Cooperation, mutual respect, love.
I heard the word love in my ears.
No lukewarm peace, no warmth, just love.
These guys offer us love.
Joint progress out of joy and love.
What a joy.
That we lived and maintained and reached this time.
True.
But all this peace is worth nothing if a war breaks out on our land.
It is already raising gaps, even though there are no shots fired in the streets.
Still.
The war of the groups, the sectors, the yards, the currents - they all reach into their friend's throat, sticking and sticking.
This peace is not happy, because it is not happy to be here right now, with so many negative feelings towards others and manifestations of utter disregard for the value of human life, in the name of some invented value of personal freedom.
When we make peace with foreign countries, and at the same time divide among the citizens of our country, peace does not really touch hearts.
Or as my grandmother used to say: Do not cure cancer with jewelry.
The hatred here will not calm the Gulf treasures.
I wish the leader to make peace in his speech, in his behavior, in his reactions.
Peace between people, at least for ten days of repentance.
Decisions
Last Rosh Hashanah last year I asked out loud, at the holiday dinner, to get rid of the borax addiction this year.
Say: a small request.
Not the law of souls.
I will answer: Borax is the law of souls.
For me, borax is the masterpiece of my palate.
Spiritual transcendence.
And I really exaggerated it - every day at least one, big, plus trips to special places of borax in a momentary decision.
Suddenly I am in Yehud.
I do not know how I got there, but Molly Boraxia is well known.
The visibility it made me under the shirt only I saw, but the feeling that I was eating unhealthy food gnawed at me.
I have already realized that there is no sensory pleasure that I prefer over old age in good health.
Easy to decide when relatively young - it's worth me to keep eating / smoking / not moving because now I'm having fun, and let's make life a little, what's up?
I realized that what I was doing now would come to visit me in 20 years, when I was older, and weaker, and more vulnerable.
And reaching old age with damages I caused myself in my youth for the sake of pleasure, does not suit me.
I was privileged this year to quit borax, with no effort at all, by virtue of the understanding that I am addicted and I do not want any addiction in my life.
Here and there I taste, but leave a corner for Elijah the prophet.
I said to myself: Wow, there is power to make good decisions on Rosh Hashanah, and there is power to make a public commitment, if done around the holiday table out loud.
I suggest we make a good decision for the new year together, and then, everyone will add to it their personal commitment as well.
The decision I propose is to complete.
Reconcile with the fact that we are stuck together, completely unconnected groups, abysses between us, perhaps forever.
But these are our partners.
Let's get over it.
They will not change for us.
We'll get over it.
I will not understand them at all.
Put up with it.
They cause me unbearable damage.
Put up with it.
complementary.
peace maker.
Stops fighting.
There can be no winners in this tribal war.
Must complete.
To complete is to see what hurts the other, why he behaves like that, what I can give him, even though it does not seem right to me, to make him happy.
Those who do not accept the Israeli reality cannot live here, and it is better not to live here.
He just suffers and is annoyed.
Can not complete?
I will accept your existence anyway.
Happy New Year and peace to us all.
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