Monday, August 17, 2020

Breaking News -Now Equal restrictions for synagogues and restaurants Sophia is a mosque. What about the Temple Mount and Hevron? and ‘Tolerant’ Liberals Sure Hate Jews by Derek Hunter and Israel's Desert Was a Lush Bridge Out of Africa 1.8 Million Years Ago, Scientists Prove and the Girl with the Apples, a holocaust love story

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Be good to your inner Child


Be good to your inner Child

If your childhood memories are clouded with images of physical or emotional abuse, neglect, or trauma, do not focus on those memories.

Instead, allow them to remind you of what you need to give yourself NOW. For example, if you never heard a compliment or a word of praise, then praise yourself NOW especially for all the "little" things you do to keep yourself healthy and safe throughout the day.

You made hundreds of important decisions as a child - to brush your teeth, bathe, what to wear, what to buy, to eat healthy foods, and to stop eating when full, to make phone calls to those you love and distance yourself from toxic people, etc.

NOTICE, NOTICE, NOTICE. CHEER, CHEER, CHEER! There is a little child within you who has been waiting to be well-parented, with love and compassion.

Exodus 23:9 tells us that you shall not oppress the stranger, for you know the feelings of a stranger for you were strangers in the land of Egypt.

We were abused and brutalized in Egypt and we could have taken that experience as a license to brutalize others. We could have also said, Check with our therapist, he will verify our story. We can't help it, we are what we are. But G-d demanded that we take that experience and turn it around and use it to reach out to others with compassion.

The first person you must reach out to with compassion is your inner child who has suffered.


Zev and Adella's 50th

Zev and Adella Goldberg were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary at a big banquet put on by their kids. They encouraged Zev to share with everyone the benefits of being married for so long.

Zev stood up, thought for a long moment, then said, "Well, I've learned that marriage is the best teacher someone can ever have. It teaches you loyalty, patience, self-restraint, forgiveness, and...." he paused.

"And?" someone cried out from the back of the room.

"...and a great many other qualities you wouldn't have needed if you'd stayed single!



This is pretty neat.

DON'T CHEAT BY SCROLLING DOWN FIRST!
It takes less than a minute .
Work this out as you read
Be sure you don't read the bottom until you've worked it out!
This is not one of those waste of time things, it's fun.

1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to go out to eat.
(more than once but less than 10)

2. Multiply this number by 2 (just to be bold)

3. Add 5

4. Multiply it by 50

5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1770 ....
If you haven't, add 1769.

6. Now subtract the four digit year that you were born.

You should have a three digit number

The first digit of this was your original number
(I.e., How many times you want to go out to restaurants in a week.)

The next two numbers are

YOUR AGE! (Oh YES, it is!!!!!)

THIS IS THE ONLY YEAR (2020) IT WILL EVER WORK, SO SPREAD IT AROUND WHILE IT LASTS


Yehuda Lave is an author, journalist, psychologist, rabbi, spiritual teacher, and coach, with degrees in business, psychology and Jewish Law. He works with people from all walks of life and helps them in their search for greater happiness, meaning, business advice on saving money, and spiritual engagement. Now also a Blogger on the Times of Israel. Look for my column

Love Yehuda Lave

Yehuda Lave, Spiritual Advisor and Counselor

Breaking News -Now Equal restrictions for synagogues and restaurants

Number of attendees at restaurants, public places, businesses and houses of worship will be limited to 20 in a closed space.

Health Minister Yuli Edelstein decided, after a consultation with professionals, including Health Ministry Director General Prof. Hezi Levy and coronavirus project manager Prof. Ronni Gamzu, to equalize the conditions of restaurants and houses of prayer, without harming business owners.

On Sunday, a draft resolution will be presented stating that in restaurants, public places, businesses and houses of worship, the number of people will be limited to 20 people in a closed space and to 30 in an open space, provided that it is possible to maintain a distance of 2 square meters between tables.

The restaurant association said in response, "We are pleased with the decision of the Minister of Health and thank Professor Gamzu and the ministers in the Coronavirus Cabinet, who worked over the weekend to cancel the restrictions approved on Friday."

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'Tolerant' Liberals Sure Hate Jews

Derek Hunter

Derek Hunter

That the political left is a cesspool of hatred and bigotry is nothing new, a simple Internet search about college campus life over the past few years turns up disgusting, violent attacks on anyone not deemed "woke" enough. Not bowing down and kissing the boots of the Marxist ANTIFA or "Black Lives Matter" or whatever fascistic flavor of the moment Democrats are embracing to terrorize the public into submission has become so "normal" that even when it takes out a fellow useful idiot in the media, it barely registers as a news story anymore. But there is one form of hatred that doesn't rate a blip on the radar of the leftist media, mostly because it is a pandemic among their fellow travelers: anti-Semitism.

Support police and they'll come for you. Don't sufficiently support protests, they'll come for you. Celebrate the United States and men who founded it and they'll come for you. Mention the biological fact that there are only two genders and they'll come for you. Say vile things about Jews, or amplify those who do, and you're likely to be met with muted crickets.

The latest example is Philadelphia Eagles wide receiver DeSean Jackson posting an anti-Semitic quote from Adolf Hitler to his Instagram account. The quote was a fake, but the sentiment wasn't. This wasn't Jackson's only dive into the anti-Semitic pool. Turns out he's also a big fan of Louis Farrakhan who hates Jews more than he hates white people.

Jackson was forced into the least sincere of all human actions – the forced apology. In his, Jackson tried to justify his stupidity by claiming he wanted to "enlighten my people" by sharing what he thought was a Hitler quote. "I probably never shouldn't have posted anything that Hitler did cuz Hitler was a bad person," he added. Ya think?

"You know, I just hopefully everybody respects my path on my opinions to try to just enlighten my people and just let everybody know there's no hatred involved," Jackson finished.

Putting aside the absurdity of using what you think is a Hitler quote to "enlighten" anyone, other than as a cautionary tale, and the inherent bigotry of the phrase "my people," Jackson isn't unique or alone in his embrace of anti-Semitism.

There is no bigger or prouder anti-Semite in the country than Farrakhan, who only takes a break from rambling about Jews to attack white people. That an NFL star would amplify him should cause outrage. But it hasn't, at least not in any measurable way.

After releasing his "hostage" apology video, the Eagles fined Jackson an undisclosed amount and that's about it. Saints quarterback Drew Brees is currently groveling on apology 739 for saying he wouldn't disrespect the American flag and he's still being attacked by has-beens like Eminem.

Jackson's "mistake" was using Hitler, not anti-Semitism. Hitler can't be ignored, everyone understands what a monster he was (which is why the left is working so hard to portray the progressive socialist into a right-winger). Farrakhan, on the other hand, had many nice things to say about Hitler over the course of his career. Why does he get a pass?

The rabid anti-Semitism of Farrakhan has been long known, he's said horrible things enough times on camera that living under a rock for the last 40 years is the only way to avoid it. Yet Louis is now almost mainstreamed by the left. If they hadn't been able to rehabilitate Al Sharpton's racism and anti-Semitism, Farrakhan was waiting in the wings.

Somehow, to many celebrities, cops are the enemy who needs to be destroyed, but Louis Farrakhan is someone to be celebrated. Chelsea Handler, Lisa Rina, Sean Hayes, etc., recently praised a video of him.

A streaming service from Fox Broadcasting, called "Fox Soul," planned to air a speech by Farrakhan on the 4th of July, because what better way to celebrate the founding of the country than publicizing a racist? Once people noticed, it was canceled. But it was moved to something called "Revolt TV," which is owned by Sean "Diddy" Combs. Not a single "mainstream" media outlet bothered to mention it.

Rapper and actor Ice Cube proudly promotes Farrakhan on social media. "The Honorable Louis Farrakhan continues to warn America to this very second and he's labeled one of your 'evil names' and you turn your ears off. Why is the truth so offensive that you can't stand to hear it?" he recently tweeted (one of many similar tweets dripping with anti-Semitism from him).

While DeSean Jackson deserves scorn for his actions, why do these other people escape the same? Why is Louis Farrakhan acceptable? Why is anti-Semitism glossed over so casually? Black Lives Matter gets a pass for their hatred of Israel (it's been framed as the movement being "hijacked," but it's not – it's who leftists are). Leaders of the Women's March had a history of anti-Jewish comments and you barely heard about it. In fact, the political left is marinated in hatred of Jews, starting on college campuses and ending in a relentless stream of attacks on Jews on the streets of New York City, and it barely creates a ripple of coverage.

The left claims to be against hate, but they aren't. They use it, they foment it, they direct it. Liberals manufacture it and scream about it at the top of their lungs when it suits their needs, but when it comes to Jewish people, they're blind, deaf, and mute.

Anti-Semitism is alive and well, and it's being mainstreamed by some big names in liberal circles. The embrace of Louis Farrakhan is just the symptom, the disease is the liberals who believe it works.

Derek Hunter is the host of a free daily podcast (subscribe!), host of a daily radio show on WCBM in Maryland, and author of the book, Outrage, INC., which exposes how liberals use fear and hatred to manipulate the masses. Follow him on Twitter at @DerekAHunter and on Parler at @DerekHunter.


Hagia Sophia is a mosque. What about the Temple Mount and Hevron?

UNESCO has politely asked Erdogan to rethink his decision on Hagia
Sofia. How easy it was for them to say Rachel's Tomb is a mosque. Op-ed.

The Hagia Sophia, once the seat of Eastern Christianity in Istanbul, is a mosque. Turkey has just decided to convert once again to Islam what was the world's largest church for 900 years, a museum since 1934.

In 324, the Roman emperor Constantine, after converting to Christianity and decreeing freedom of worship, moved the capital of the Caesars to Byzantium, on the banks of the Bosphorus. Six years later, on the model of the Pantheon in Rome, he built a basilica and called it Hagia Sophia, the "Temple of Divine Wisdom". A century later Justinian undertook the erection of the largest place of worship "that ever existed."

On May 29, 1453 the Ottomans conquered Constantinople. And the first visit of Mehmed II was to the altar of the basilica, in front of which he prayed to Allah and converted it into a mosque.

The Turkish decision made international headlines. UNESCO, the UN's agency for culture and science, asked Erdogan to rethink his decision.


For years, the Western community has ignored the Islamic erasing of Jewish history.
Can it be the very same UNESCO which decided that Hevron's Cave of the Patriarchs and Rachel's Tomb are "Muslim mosques", although the first contains the famous Tomb of the Biblical Patriarchs and the second is unanimously revered as the burial site of one of the Bible's great women, the wife of Jacob, the Jewish blessed mother? Is it really the same UNESCO that passed resolutions denying the Jewish history of Jerusalem's Temple Mount, referring to it only with Arabic names?

For years, the Western community has ignored the Islamic erasing of Jewish history, in Jerusalem, in Hevron, in Shechem, as in Cairo, Baghdad, Damascus.They thought that collaborating with Islam would spare their own history. But the Islamists cannot be appeased easily and they now have taken over Hagia Sophia.

From Erdogan's page: "The rebirth of Hagia Sophia is a sign towards the return of freedom in the Al Aqsa mosque. The resurrection of Hagia Sophia is a greeting from our hearts to all the cities that symbolize our civilization. From Bukhara to the Andalusia".

They dream of returning to Spain, from which they were driven out a few years after their Caliph took Hagia Sophia.

I remain convinced that they will never be able to replace Israel's narrative, despite the collusion of UNESCO and other international bodies in denying Jewish history. Once I would have said that a return to Europe was too much for Islam to aspire to, but judging from Western silence on Hagia Sophia and the quanity of entropy that abounds in our environs, I seek to qualify those statements - they just might manage it.

HE GIRL WITH THE APPLES - AMAZING STORY




The girl with the apples. A story of survival from the Holocaust and the mysterious ways of God that drew people together here in America after their lives had
touched in the dark days of Hitler.

August 1942. Piotrkow, Poland
The sky was gloomy that morning as we waited anxiously.
All the men, women and children of Piotrkow's Jewish ghetto
had been herded into a square.

Word had gotten around that we were being moved. My father had only recently died from typhus, which had run rampant through the crowded ghetto. My greatest fear was that our family would be separated.

'Whatever you do,' Isidore, my eldest brother, whispered to me, 'don't tell them your age. Say you're sixteen.

'I was tall for a boy of 11, so I could pull it off. That way I might be deemed valuable as a worker.

An SS man approached me, boots clicking against the cobblestones.. He looked me up and down, and then asked my age.

'Sixteen,' I said. He directed me to the left, where my three brothers and other healthy young men already stood.

My mother was motioned to the right with the other women, children, sick and elderly people.

I whispered to Isidore, 'Why?' He didn't answer. I ran to Mama's side and said I wanted to stay with
her. 'No, 'she said sternly. 'Get away. Don't be a nuisance. Go with your brothers'

She had never spoken so harshly before. But I understood: She was protecting me. She loved me so much that, just this once, she pretended not to. It was the last I ever saw of her.

My brothers and I were transported in a cattle car to Germany .

We arrived at the Buchenwald concentration camp one night later and were led into a crowded barrack. The next day, we were issued uniforms and identification numbers.

'Don't call me Herman anymore.' I said to my brothers. 'Call me 94983.'

I was put to work in the camp's crematorium, loading the dead into a hand-cranked elevator.

I, too, felt dead. Hardened, I had become a number.

Soon, my brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwald's sub-camps near Berlin .

One morning I thought I heard my mother's voice.

'Son,' she said softly but clearly, I am going to send you an angel'

Then I woke up. Just a dream. A beautiful dream.

But in this place there could be no angels. There was only work. And hunger. And fear.

A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed wire fence where the guards could not easily see. I was alone.

On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a little girl with light, almost luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a birch tree.

I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her softly in German. 'Do you have something to eat?'

She didn't understand.

I inched closer to the fence and repeated the question in Polish. She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life.

She pulled an apple from her woollen jacket and threw it over the fence.

I grabbed the fruit and, as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly, 'I'll see you tomorrow.'

I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day.
She was always there with something for me to eat - a hunk of bread or, better yet, an apple.

We didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught would mean death for us both.

I didn't know anything about her, just a kind farm girl, except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life for me?

Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples.

Nearly seven months later, my brothers and I were crammed into a coal car and shipped to Theresienstadt camp in Czechoslovakia .

'Don't return,' I told the girl that day. 'We're leaving.'

I turned toward the barracks and didn't look back, didn't even say good-bye to the little girl whose name I'd never learned, the girl with the apples.

We were in Theresienstadt for three months. The war was winding down and Allied forces were closing in, yet my fate seemed sealed.

On May 10, 1945, I was scheduled to die in the gas chamber at 10:00 AM.

In the quiet of dawn, I tried to prepare myself. So many times death seemed ready to claim me, but somehow I'd survived. Now, it was over.

I thought of my parents. At least, I thought, we will be reunited.

But at 8 a.m.there was a commotion. I heard shouts, and saw people running every which way through camp. I caught up with my brothers.

Russian troops had liberated the camp! The gates swung open. Everyone was running, so I did too. Amazingly, all of my brothers had survived;

I'm not sure how. But I knew that the girl with the apples had been the key to my survival.

In a place where evil seemed triumphant, one person's goodness had saved my life, had given me hope in a place where there was none.

My mother had promised to send me an angel, and the angel had come.

Eventually I made my way to England where I was sponsored by a Jewish charity, put up in a hostel with other boys who had survived the Holocaust and trained in electronics. Then I came to America , where my brother Sam had already moved. I served in the U. S. Army during the Korean War, and returned to New York City after two years.

By August 1957 I'd opened my own electronics repair shop. I was starting to settle in.

One day, my friend Sid who I knew from England called me. 'I've got a date. She's got a Polish friend. Let's double date.' A blind date? Nah, that wasn't for me. But Sid kept pestering me, and a few days later we headed up to the Bronx to pick up his date and her friend Roma.

I had to admit, for a blind date this wasn't so bad. Roma was a nurse at a Bronx hospital.. She was kind and smart. Beautiful, too, with swirling brown curls and green, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with life.

The four of us drove out to Coney Island .. Roma was easy to talk to, easy to be with. Turned out she was wary of blind dates too!

We were both just doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on the boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by the shore. I couldn't remember having a better time.

We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the backseat

As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject, 'Where were you,' she asked softly, 'during the war?'

'The camps,' I said. The terrible memories still vivid, the irreparable loss..I had tried to forget. But you can never forget.

She nodded. 'My family was hiding on a farm in Germany , not far from Berlin ,' she told me. 'My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan papers.'

I imagined how she must have suffered too, fear, a constant companion. And yet here we were both survivors, in a new world.

'There was a camp next to the farm.' Roma continued. 'I saw a boy there and I would throw him apples every day.'

What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some other boy. 'What did he look like? I asked.

'He was tall, skinny, and hungry. I must have seen him every day for six months.'

My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it. This couldn't be. 'Did he tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving Schlieben?'

Roma looked at me in amazement. 'Yes!'

'That was me!'

I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions. I couldn't believe it! My angel.

'I'm not letting you go.' I said to Roma. And in the back of the car on that blind date, I proposed to her. I didn't want to wait.

'You're crazy!' she said. But she invited me to meet her parents for Shabbat dinner the following week.

There was so much I looked forward to learning about Roma, but the most important things I always knew: her steadfastness, her goodness. For many months, in the worst of circumstances, she had come to the fence and given me hope. Now that I'd found her again, I could never let her go.

That day, she said yes. And I kept my word. After nearly 50 years of marriage, two children and three grandchildren, I have never let her go.

Herman Rosenblat of
Miami Beach , Florida

This story is being made into a movie called The Fence.

See you tomorrow bli neder

We need Mosiach now

Love Yehuda Lave

Yehuda Lave, Spirtiual Advisor and Counselor

Jerusalem, Jerusalem
 Israel

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