Yesterday, for the first time in a couple of years, I went to Tel Aviv.

I have family members who come out to their apartment there, and with all the war stuff, they haven’t been here for a while. So yesterday, I girded my loins and went to see them.

We want to a crystals place, then walked around the Ramat Gan boursa for a bit, trying to find somewhere to eat (there are a lot more kosher places there, than in most places in Tel Aviv), then ended up walking around the big Ramat Gan park for a couple of hours.

It was bein hazmanim, the roads were clogged everywhere, but the company was so enjoyable, I didn’t really mind.

The park was beautiful, the salad was yummy, I managed to buy what I wanted at the stones shop for under 200 nis – open miracles!

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For the first time in a very long time, i started to appreciate and love this holy land we live in again.

Even the relatively scummy bit of it called ‘Tel Aviv’.

Sure, I wasn’t blind to the streets full of beggars. All the pointless tattoos on display still caused a barf reaction. By Ramat Gan, they have one of the recent videos of the starving hostages in Gaza (the Jews, I mean) on their massive big screen by the bridge, on repeat…

Crazy stuff.

And yet despite all of this, I started to feel how much I love Eretz Yisrael, and even the scuzzy bit of known as ‘Tel Aviv’.

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Something is changing here, on some fundamental level.

Maybe, a month of Iranian ‘rockets’ delivered by American B2 bombers have managed to penetrate and crush some of the horrible klipa that has been keeping Jew away from Jew for so long.

I know the media is still making it seem like the three crazies from Meah Shearim who are publically burning their draft notices, and the evil-mouthed seculars (including those wearing their knitted kippas) who refer to kosher Torah Jews as ‘parasites’ are the real face, the only face of Israel.

But it’s not true.

Not true at all.

‘Israel’ is made up many, many beautiful souls, who are struggling to reignite their yiddishkeit and emuna, having been immersed in soul-destroying Esav culture for the best part of 100 years.

The light never went out, it just got hidden, under mounds and mounds of tattoos, fake nails, fake nails, bad haircuts, and horrible ‘brainwashing’ delivered by our Esav-controlled State, amongst others.

But all the suffering here is fanning the flame of the pintele yid, in a million different ways.

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Wednesday night, I got stuck at a henna celebration for someone I know, their daughter.

I got to hang out with my husband and a kid, so it wasn’t awful, but the loud music, the skin on display everywhere (even when it was way better under wraps…), the pointless tattoos on most of the crowd, even the old ladies – I have to admit, it got me down a bit.

Then on the way out, I got into a conversation with one of the tattoo’d older women, who lives in a totally secular kibbutz up North. She heard I lived in Jerusalem, and told me she really wanted to come and visit the Kotel.

You are so lucky, you live right there!

Then, she told me how they’d been trying to arrange to bring a proper Torah to their kibbutz for years, and to have a rabbi come in to do services in a room of the kibbutz dining hall on Yom Kippur.

The kibbutz management don’t agree. They told us ‘reform service, or nothing’ – so we’re doing nothing. Me and my husband don’t hold by reform, it’s a cult.

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I learnt two things from this.

Firstly, that the kibbutz management are still communists, mamash, and the whole joke of ‘to be free in our own land’ is not happening anywhere in Israel, especially by the commie Jews who are still pulling the strings here and hate ‘religion’. Or rather, they hate ‘Judaism’ – but are prepared to offer ‘reform’ and ‘xtianity’ as acceptable alternatives.

The second thing I learned, is that a person can serve Hashem, in some circumstances, by refusing to attend Yom Kippur services.

If those Yom Kippur services are ‘reform’.

The whole idea of that kind of blew me away.

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You can smell change in the air here, if you take a moment to close your eyes and breathe deeply.

Me personally, I am picking up Rabbenu, the scent of Uman, wafting around all over the place. There are big surprises in store, big, unexpected turn-arounds about to materialise.

More and more people are talking ‘high treason’, as the real explanation for how October 7th happened.

More and more information is coming out, they Evils can’t hide what they were up to for too much longer.

I have been waiting for this house of cards to fall, properly, for 10 years at least, since I started really researching what was going on with the Rav, and his State-sponsored persecution.

All this lichluch covering over the pintele yid, burying the pintele yid and his beautiful Jewish soul – it’s all about to get blown away.

I hope, really not much longer, but God has His plan, and His timetable, and He for sure knows what He’s doing, and why everything is timed and arranged the way it is.

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But bottom line: the beauty, the chein is returning to Eretz Yisrael and Am Yisrael.

And it feels to me, that the end of this very long nightmare is finally starting to loom into sight.

Amen.

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PS: The Rav has been away from the evening prayers since Monday night.

I don’t know when he’s back, and I hope it’s just a ‘break’ and not something medical.

Please keep praying for Eliezer ben Ettia – a prayer for him is really just a prayer for ourselves, and for Am Yisrael. And we still need all the prayers we can get.