Yesterday, we tried to drive out to Shechem.

Netzach she be Netzach is the day of Rabbenu, Rebbe Nachman.

Hod she be Hod is the day of the Rashbi, Rabbi Shimon bar Yochai.

And Yesod she be Yesod is traditionally the day you go to Shechem, to Yosef HaTzaddik.

As usual, this year’s celebration was also severely curtailed by the government and army – even though there was a tumah parade in Jerusalem last week, and a massive Aviv Geffen concert in Tel Aviv with literally tens of thousands of attendees.

Probably, if the rainbow people decided they wanted a tumah parade in the middle of Shchem, that would be ‘ok’, and not a ‘threat to national security’.

Whatever.

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So, there were only 12 ‘official buses’ meant to be going, and we hadn’t registered for any of them.

But I learned my lesson from Meron last week, that the point is to just make some effort, even if the outcome seems impossible to carry through.

So my husband drove us up, we got to the area around midnight – and then we went up to the hill of Alon Moreh, overlooking Shchem, to do some Tikkun Haklalis and to count the day of Yesod she be Yesod.

It was the best we could do, under the circumstances.

And even though all our spiritual ‘efforts’ seem to be so hidden in the midst at the moment, in terms of what they are doing in the world, I was very pleased we went.

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As the Rav has said a million times in the past, it’s not the army that’s protecting the kevrei tzaddikim – it’s the tzaddikim who are protecting the army.

And everyone else.

I got some koach back, and some more peace of mind.

But there’s no question that the situation we all find ourselves in, all over the world, is pretty taxing right now.

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I spoke to my brother in London yesterday, and he told me that most of the people he knows are now looking to sell up and get out.

Or at least, they are talking about it. Doing it is always going to be the hard part of this equation.

But not all of them are looking to come to Israel.

I have another brother who is interested in moving to the USA….

The USA is also no picnic, and deteriorating by the day, in so many ways.

But sometimes, the evil you don’t know appears to be the lesser evil.

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We are all a bit careworn at the moment, no matter where we live, or what’s going on.

My brother told me about yet another couple of old friends whose marriage has hit the rocks, and who are now divorcing in what sounds to be quite a yucky way.

He reckons it’s Covid that did for them, with all the lockdowns and stress, as it’s done for so many.

Me personally, I am now increasingly so grateful for all the hardships we went through in my family, before we got anywhere near Covid.

We had a great deal of suffering, in all sorts of ways.

But BH, it brought us closer to God, Rabbenu and the Rav, and got us to make a lot of teshuva, and to start doing things like an hour a day of hitbodedut.

And thanks to all these things, it now feels we are weathering the madness OK, even though it’s still so mad and stressful, at least, under the surface.

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I’m going offline again now for three days.

When I’m back, BH, I’ll have some more Rav translations, and some more crucial information about how the masons subverted the Jewish community – and especially, the whole ‘Eretz Yisrael’ project.

I know people don’t like to engage with this information so much.

I understand that – and that’s why it’s taken me so very long to finally knuckle down, and pin it down, as much as possible.

But I also learnt the last few days, that we can’t ‘run away’ from the tasks God gives us to do.

Since I started typing everything up about the masons, etc, I feel a bit mental weight has lifted, and I’m starting to get my energy back.

God apparently wants that info ‘out there’.

So, BH, we will continue with all this Wednesday.

See you then.