Insights and Inspiration
from the
Holy Land
from
Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz
"Your friend in Karmiel"
May 8th 2025 -Volume 14 Issue 26 10th of Iyar 5785
I'm a hisbodedus kind of guy. I don't mean someone who goes out to the forest and screams "Tatteh!!", like some breslaver meditator. I'm more of the find a beautiful quiet serene place to be one with nature for a few hours. I know it's strange probably for those of you that know me and certainly that have toured with me to appreciate. After-all I am a very big people person, as well. I like to talk. I love to speak, to learn about people and from them and just hang out with the chevra; "the boys". One might even consider me the opposite of anti-social, maybe even extra-social if that's even a word, or gregarious and extraverted according to my quick ChatGPT search.But maybe and perhaps even because of all of that social interaction, I'm someone, as well, who really really appreciates and even needs quiet peaceful alone me and Hashem time.
Just sitting on my porch early in the morning before sunrise sipping my coffee, better yet, lying on the beach at night and gazing up at the stars, or sunset or rise at the ocean. The best of course was when I did that Africa trip and was out in the jungle in the early morning watching and listening to the world and animals wake up. It's heavenly. It's serene. It's me finding and connecting with my truest self, my essence. There's nothing like it and I could really just sit there for a good hour or two relishing in it.
Last week, for the first time I had that experience in an entirely new environment. One that took it to a whole new level. As those who read my E-Mail last week or follow my statuses know, I was out on a yacht for five days with my son Tully sailing and doing some Greek Island hopping. I will assume that many of you have never seen the Titanic movie, or at least won't admit it. But you know that famous scene on the deck.
Jack: "Take my hand. Step up on bow…Now, close your eyes and stretch out your hands. Now open them…"
Rose: "I'm flying…I'm flying…Jack… I'm flying…"
Near… Far…Whereverrr youuuu arrrr. Dadda dim daa daa dumm dumm.. heart will go on…. Plays in the backround… You're humming it right now… I know you are…
Yeah, it's that scene when she opens up her eyes and you literally feel like a bird as you're not on solid ground, but on a ship, on water, and the world is floating past you… Especially at sunset that feeling is mamash like you are just a neshoma, an angel floating, as the world floats below. It's unreal. It's cool. And to be honest its an essential part of being Jewish; of being human.
Now the truth is Jews far holier and spiritual than me have that experience, and we all are supposed to ideally, every time that we daven. Three times a day for men and usually at least once for women. Unless, of course, you’re a seminary girl who is really nervous about the shidduch crisis and about them making any more takanos that you now can't date until the Sukkos after the Shavuos after you come back. Then you have to daven three times a day and shukel very hard and throw in some tehillim at Amuka for good measure as well. But really, each time we close our eyes and take those three steps forward in the Shemona Esrei zone, we're meant to feel like Rose, getting up there on the front of that ship and closing and opening her eyes and floating with Hashem. For me, to be honest though, most of my Shemona Esrei's, half of the time I'm trying to work to prevent thoughts of my upcoming tours, schedule, E-Mail I have to write or drasha that I have to give from jumping into my brain. But not on the yam…, not at the sea, on the ocean. Not with the serenity of the waves coming to shore on the beach, or the quiet beauty of the mountains of the Galile under the stars at night. There, I'm in the zone. There's nothing else there. I'm finally in touch with myself. I feel at one with the world and Hashem.
It's these thoughts and memories and self-reflection that sit with me as I reviewed the double parshiyot this week of Acharey Mos and Kedoshim. The parshiyot, which start with the aftermath of the death of the children of Aharon when they entered into the Kodesh with ketores and a "foreign fire" on the day of the inauguration of the Mishkan. It jumps from there to the service of the High Priest on Yom Kippur and the two goats, of which one was strangely and fantastically chucked off the side of a mountain, as the Azazael. From there it jumps to the prohibition to eat blood, the prohibition of slaughtering sacrificial animals outside of the Mishkan or Temple, or even thinking about doing it, or while being impure. The end of Acharey Mos (and much of Kedoshim as well) is the illicit and forbidden incestual relationships and idolatrous practices that the land of Canaan and Egypt are full of and that we need to know if we engage in over there the land will "vomit" us up. We then have a whole host of all of the mitzvos of what it means to be a Jew. How to become holy.
The word "vomit" is really the word that spoke the most to me. A week of being sea-sick on the ocean can do that to you. It's also how all these seemingly unrelated stories, narratives and laws seemed to find a common theme. Let me explain. Recently on the ship after one of my quiet morning meditations, I had an interesting discussion with someone (back on the land) who was pouring out his heart to me about a certain struggle that they were having. They find themselves constantly caving in and "falling off the wagon" in a particular spiritual struggle. They're at a loss. They feel helpless. They feel like a loser. They wanted tips from me, the expert, of course on all spiritual solutions, to help them with their problem.
What I shared with him was a concept and principle that I believe came from 20 years of yeshiva Mussar shmoozim. Mostly utilizing the experience and lessons all of the ones that never worked on me, and thus leaving me with the one or two really powerful ones that sunk in, resonated and have always been my guiding light. What I told him was that the yetzer harah, the satan, the samech- mem, the evil inclination, whatever you want to call him really doesn't care if you sin or not. Whether or not he gets you to do aveira he's setting you up for. His game isn't about getting you to see something not tznius, not about getting you to speak lashon hara, not having you lose your temper, shoplift, battel during seder, talk during davening, surf something on the internet, have a smart phone, or vote for the wrong Torah party, or the WZO. That’s small stuff. He's not interested in that at all, and really doesn't care if he gets you or not. Truth is, and this might sound even a bit heretical here… but bear with me… I don't think Hashem does either…Although He certainly would be happy if you didn't…possibly.
The main game, the big picture, what it's really all about, is not the sin itself, but what that sin does to you. It's not the cigarette. It's the cancer. It's how it makes you view yourself. How it is metamei- makes you closed, makes you sealed, makes you impure. How it disconnects us from Hashem. From ourselves.
The satan's real interest is in making you into a person that identifies themselves as a sinner. I'm a muschis, I'm a gambler, I'm an alcoholic, A pervert. I'm a davening schmoozer, I'm someone that can't learn, that will never be great, that really isn't holy, that isn't connected to Hashem. I'm a terrible father, mother, spouse, child. In fact, Hashem, who knows all of my thoughts and actions, pretty much hates me. He doesn't want anything to really do with me. I'm beyond hope. I'm leading two different lives. I hope that I have enough good things, I do so that I won't burn a lot in gehennom when I die. But I can't even regret those things that I did. That's how bad I am. I certainly don't see myself not ever doing those things anymore. It's just who I am. It's what I am. I'm a done deal. That, my friends, is the big game. That's what life and we are all about.
The Talmud and commentaries discuss the sin of Nadav and Avihu. Some say they were drunk, others that they weren't married, others that they looked at envy at Moshe and Aharon and asked when they would finally become like them, and then of course it's the eish zarah- the unauthorized strange fire they brought in. The common denominator in all of these is that they were not themselves. They weren't one with themselves. The felt incomplete. The true deep holy fire within them didn't come out. It was tainted. You drink to escape. You blame yourself and feel incomplete without being married. You're looking at others greater than you and feel lesser. You can't come into the Mikdash that way. You can't approach Hashem if you don't feel that you can be completed.
The Mikdash is a place where you are entirely connected with yourself and Hashem. You can't be tamei there. Your mind can't be anywhere else. You have to feel entirely one with Hashem and feel His love for you. If you sacrifice while outside, then you feel you can't come in and are not holy enough, then the yetzer hara has won. You have inherently cut yourself off. If even when you're inside, you're still looking and thinking that you're out, then again he has won. When we remove the blood from the animals we eat, we're saying that we're not animals. We're a holy nation whose job is to uplift creation with our eating. It's not the food that I hunted, or slaughtered and can just fress. It's the steak that Hashem has sent me. I leave the blood behind and elevate the flesh and thus myself. I don't have animal blood or ingest any. For my dam- my blood is my nefesh. It's my soul. It's holy. It's from Hashem. My neshoma is being nurtured as well as my body when I recognize that my blood is a much higher creation then the instinctual animals that I uplift when I eat them.
All of the forbidden relationships take that concept even up a notch. Animals don't have prohibitions from "marrying" their relatives. The reason is because they are not a neshoma. They are a species. Each human being though has a holy special soul. They have a father, a mother, a family and an extended family. There are relationships that are meaningful, respectful and familial and those are separate from kedusha, holiness, matrimony and procreation. Eretz Yisrael is a land where each person has a portion, a role, an identity where his neshoma will take root and shine out the light from Hashem from there to the world. In order to do that, one has to be connected with who and what they are. How special the holiness of their neshoma is and purpose is. When they're not doing that, the land will spit them up. We become food-poisoned rotten meat in the sensitive earth of our holy land that just wants us to flourish there.
Do you know why you get so sick at sea? Because you don't have solid ground beneath you. You're floating and you're in a place where your body is not used to being. The things that you assumed you were standing on, and who and what you presumed your existence to be, are no longer there, and thus your lunch comes up. That's what happens in Israel when we land there and think we're Egyptians, Canaanites, Palestinians, Swedish, or a nation like any other that's just democratic and multi-cultural with bagels and lox, shwarma, falafel and yom ha'atzamaut. It will spit us up, just as it spit all of the other nations that didn't belong here. Because we're giving our children to Molech. We're sacrificing them on altar of the world's false gods, rather than revealing our own neshoma and holiness.
Do you know how you win the yetzer hara in this spiritual battle he wages against us daily? How you win the war against Hamas. How you don't fall into the sin of Nadav and Avihu. How you become the person that Hashem wants us to be. It's very simple. Go on a boat, stand on the deck close and open your eyes and feel the oneness of Hashem within you. And float. Fly….
In the times of the Bais Hamikdash, our parsha tells us right after the sons of Aharon die, we learn the antidote to their sin. We become the Kohen Gadol. He takes all of those sins, our sins, and he sends them away. They're not me. I'm holy. Hashem loves me. I am going in the Holy of Holies. I'm pure. I've washed away all the evil and sins. The things I've watched that I shouldn't of (probably like Titanic movies), the lashon hara I spoke, the time I wasted, the negative way I've treated others, my family, my friends, the opportunities I missed, the mistakes I've made. None of that's really me. I can chuck it all off a cliff. I can go with the Kohen Gadol in the Holy of Holies. And in fact we do, because we are one with him. He represents us all. And we can be alone with Hashem. That's the one day that every Jew reveals his holiness. You don't even have to teshuva according to an opinion in the Talmud. It just happens. Because you're standing on the deck of the Titanic and you're home. You're with Hashem. The light is shining. And you've returned. Just as we will when Mashiach comes.
When someone has this attitude, then the yetzer hara can never win them. Sure he can make me sin thousand times, but do you know what I tell him each time? That's not me. Yeah, I slipped, but I'm still holy. I'm still loved by Hashem. I'm still an amazing Jew. I'm a great Rabbi, father mother, brother, sister, soldier, davener and learner. "You can't touch this"- spark of kedusha within me. Because even in our tumah, Hashem tells us in this week's parsha, He's still there with us. We can still pick up. We can turn back the page. Acharey Mos- even after we die, we fail and we fall. Kedoshim. We are still holy. Because Ani Hashem. We have a father,we have a mother and we have that Third Partner who as well will never abandon us or never stop loving us and never stop thinking that we are the greatest and most special unique gift that He has.
If we had that appreciation for what Eretz Yisrael is meant to be for us. For what we are supposed to be doing here, then the land would stop spitting us up. It would vomit them instead. It would get rid of the garbage and we would flourish. The shechina would shine. That's what it's trying to get us to do. Hashem been shaking us off of our false "solid" assumptions and contzeptiot earth that we thought we were standing firmly on and taking us out to the deck and opening our eyes as we float in the sea of a new reality. A reality where remarkably and inspirationally so many are finding their way, their god, their neshomas. Hashem is doing that to us here in Israel, and He's been shaking that tree for all of those in exile in the diaspora more and more as well. He's chucking the Azazels off the cliff. He's calling us into the Holy of Holies with Him. To stand up on the deck, stretch out our arms and open our eyes for the first time and discover who we really are and reveal that to ourselves.
We're past the halfway point on our count from Egypt to Sinai in the Omer. We're getting closer and closer to the mountain. Each day is another step to revealing the inner me. Each day brings us closer to that moment when we reexperience Hashem talking to each of us individually. To a time when our two ears heard His voice. To when we saw the sounds and heard the lights. When our neshomos left our body, and we knew that is really what our essence is. May the count this year, bring that shechina once again back to His nation. To a day when my heart will go on and on and on…
Have a transcendent Shabbos!
Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz
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YIDDISH PROVERB OF THE WEEK
" Shtil vasser grobt tif.” - Still waters run deep.
RABBI SCHWARTZ'S TOUR GUIDE EXAM QUESTION OF THE WEEK
answer below at end of Email
17. The Jerusalem Talmud was sealed in the city of ______
What are the Seven Laws of Noah?
A. Noah's commandment to his sons after they had survived the flood
B. A core set of commandments to which all humanity is committed, according to Judaism
C. Seven Commandments, also called "Commandments for which it is better to die than disobey" due to their severity
D. Commandments adopted by Christianity out of Judaism’s 613 commandments
RABBI SCHWARTZ’S COOL VIDEO OF THE WEEK
https://youtu.be/JG12V8lPE9k - Rabbi Schwartz and Tully Karmielim Greek Island Cruise!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQHvjfUu568 – Shuki Solomon Shir Ha'Nitzachon and Pini Einhorn Acapella
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ppn3KukVhfg - Acapella 2025 Playlist!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RM3-kbhrP7M – Heartwrenching Min Hameitzar for fallen soldiers from Yeshiva Yerucham by their class mates… Apropriate for Sefira when we remember fallen students of Rabbi Akiva
RABBI SCHWARTZ'S ERA’S AND THEIR PLACES AND PEOPLE IN ISRAEL OF THE WEEK
594 BC -Broken Pots and Yokes Prophecies of Doom- It's been a few weeks but we're back here… We left off with the King Yehoyachin being exiled to Bavel by Nebuchadnezzar. Tzidkiyahu, his brother, the last king of Israel was put in his place and made to swear on a Sefer Torah to be loyal to Bavel, and being a righteous, although perhaps naïve King he assumed that somehow there is a chance that the prophesized destruction would be avoided in his merit. Yet that wasn't the way it played out.
The prophet who had been foretelling of this destruction for all of these years is none other than Yirmiyahu. Already for 11 years during the kingship of Yehoyachin he had foretold of the destruction and wrath of Hashem that would come down upon the nation if they didn't repent. Yehoyachin actually made Yirmiyahu walk around with 5 wooden yokes like an ox bears upon plowing with straps around his body. The point was to save it for the 5th of year of Tzidikiyahu and then send those yokes to the nations conquered by him, of Edom, Moav, Ammon, Tzur and Tzidon. In modern day times and terms, its basically Bavel being Iran, while Jordan and Syria and Lebanon and our enemies in the South all become part of the Axis of Evil of Iran. Yet Hashem is setting this thing up. He tells them that they should all fall under Bavel's rule and they will be saved. He tells the same thing to the Jewish people. Yet, they don't listen. They listen to the oppozitzia instead.
See at that time there were false prophets as well. Chanania Ben Azor was one of them. He said that Hashem is breaking the yoke of Bavel. We will be free. And not only that He will return the exiled king Yehoyachin to Israel. He then breaks the wooden yoke as a demonstration of this prophecy. Yet, Yirmiyahu counters and places a iron yoke instead upon his shoulder. Our fate is sealed. The nations will join Bavel. The game is over.
He then as well takes is commanded by Hashem to take pottery to the Gei Hinnom valley right outside of the Old city Walls today between the Tayelet and Mt. Olives. There Bnai Yisrael worshipped the Baal. There they sacrificed their children to Molech. Which the Torah warns us about in this week's parsha. There Yirmiyahu breaks the pottery before the people and tells us that our fate will be horrible. Mothers will eat their children. Jewish blood will flow. The Temple will be destroyed. But the people don't want to hear it. Pashchur the Kohen takes Yirmiyahu and throws him in a jail. See, that's always been the way of getting rid of the opposition who tells you the truth you don't want to hear. Call in the corrupt court, fabricate charges, and throw him in jail… Somethings never change…
We're at the end game here…let's see how it plays out… and maybe learn from it..
RABBI SCHWARTZ'S TERRIBLE MEDITATION JOKES OF THE WEEK
Why do green beans meditate? To find inner peas!
I recently took up meditation….. It beats sitting around doing nothing.
A humble monk sits at the peak of a hill that overlooks where the grassy Earth meets a river, and the river flows with the breeze, and the breeze explores a mountain range, and the mountains neighbor the sky, and the sky conceals the entire universe, hiding the unknown in plain sight. Softly, the monk exhales "Ooooomm".
He repeats this until a noise, very quietly, breaks his chant. "moo."
The monk stops for a moment, and without changing his position, dismisses it. "Ooooooommm." He begins again.
Slightly longer this time, he's interrupted again, "moooo."
The monk turns to find a cow looking up at him from the bottom of the hill. "Kind cow," the monk says, "please do not interrupt my meditation."
The cow stares blankly back at the monk. The monk sighs and continues.
"Oooooommmm-"
Even louder, "Mmmooooooooo."
"Dear cow, I must reach enlightenment. Please, refrain from making your cow noises or find another hill."
The monk continues again, "Oooooooommmm-"
"MMMmmoooooooooooO!" The cow exclaims.
The monk stands up angrily, "Cow! Why must you interrupt my chanting?"
The cow replies, "Because you're saying it backwards!"
Tired of the modern world, a businessman visited a monastery to seek a simpler life
Entering the monastery, he saw monks in simple robes practicing their meditations and tending to the grounds.
"Ahh," he thought, "here is a life free from distraction!"
But walking into the study halls, he discovered monks staring into laptops. In the wings, he saw monks typing on iPads. Shaken by this intrusion of the outside world into monastic life, he sought out the abbot. The abbot looked up from his phone, greeted the man and asked if he had a question.
"Abbot, I came here expecting a place free from distraction, and yet I see distraction all around. Tell me, is it now acceptable for monks to spend their time answering emails?"
"Of course," said the abbot, "provided there are no attachments."
Interesting fact about Mahatma Gandhi. If you've ever seen the film about Gandhi, you know that he was famous for walking everywhere. But what they don't show in the film is that he was able to do this because he'd built up enormous callouses on his feet. And even though his body was very frail, his Hindu faith and devotion to meditation kept him strong. Another thing they don't show in the film is that Gandhi had very bad breath, and no matter what he did, he was unable to find a cure.
In short, he was a super-calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
Lee decides that he wants to find his place in the intricacy of the universe, and leaves his family to become a Buddhist monk.He treks for days into the mountains, before finding a monastery, hundreds of miles from civilization. He enters the monastery, and bowing before the lama, requests to become a monk. The lama accepts, but on one condition; he must only speak two words every five years. Still determined as ever, Lee accepts, and begins his career as a Buddhist monk.
That night, Lee is shown to his bed, nothing more than a wooden plank built into the wall. It takes hours for him to get to sleep, and he wakes up in the morning feeling sore all over, and in no fit state to meditate. He hopes that he will get used to it, but over the next weeks, he still wakes up feeling sore every morning. Lee endures this pain for five years, before he bows before the lama, and says
"More blankets"
The lama nods, and that night, Lee returns to see a mattress and duvet on his bunk, and sleeps soundly from then on. With the problem of bedding out of the way, Lee realizes that he never has a proper meal, and always feels hungry, which is constantly on his mind during meditation. Again, he endures hunger for five long years, before he bows before the lama and says
"More food"
The lama accepts, and Lee has regular filling meals from then on. With all of his needs satisfied, Lee begins to feel like he is not really cut out to be a monk. He misses his family and friends more than anything, and longs to live an ordinary life again. But not wanting to dishonour his agreement, he waits five more years, before he bows before the lama, and says
"I quit"
The lama frowns for a second, the says
"Good. You've done nothing but complain since you got here"
A new monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand. He notices, however, that they are copying copies, and not the original books.
So, the new monk goes to the head monk to ask him about this. He points out that if there was an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the other copies. The head monk says, "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son."
So, he goes down into the cellar with one of the copies to check it against the original. Hours later, nobody has seen him. So, one of the monks goes downstairs to look for him. He hears sobbing coming from the back of the cellar and finds the old monk leaning over one of the original books crying. He asks what's wrong.
"The word is celebrate!" says the old monk.
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The answer to this week”s question is B- As opposed to last week, this week's question was an easy one. There's even a great Artscroll video, a great tour guide in Israel did on the subject for the Siyum of the making of the Talmud Yerushalmi check it out right here… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DPoHlvPvEc&t=284s . The writing of this first Talmud was of course in the city of Tiverya- not Jerusalem for which it was named in order to remember Yerushalayim after the destruction. The 7 Noachide laws question you don't have to be a tour guide to know. You all got that right as well and thus the new score is Rabbi Schwartz 11 Ministry of Tourism 6 on this exam so far. Oy….
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