About my teacher, RABASH
RABASH – the eldest son and student of Baal HaSoulam, continued the work of his illustrious father. He was the last in the lineage of great kabbalists, from Adam to our days. In his writings, RABASH provided a detailed description of the stages of the spiritual path of man.
The Main Question in Life
THE MAIN QUESTION IN LIFE By the time I came to RABASH,1 I was already exhausted from searching and famished for truth, having looked for it fruitlessly all my life. “What is the meaning of my life?” This question had tormented me, literally draining me, for as long as I …
Only The Beginning
ONLY THE BEGINNING But my fears proved unfounded—the period following the hospital was only the beginning. We began taking walks together in parks and driving to Ben Shemen1 Forest. We talked, we shared moments of silence. Life was only just starting. After the hospital, RABASH was very weak. He had …
We Are a Group
WE ARE A GROUP My always being with RABASH could not but affect my relationships with the friends. They simply couldn’t accept it. I spoke about it with my teacher, but he had his own views on the matter. His answer to me was simple, “You must be by my …
A Revolutionary
A REVOLUTIONARY Of course, the greatest revolutionary was RABASH himself. He was excited, inspired. It had been a long time since I saw him like that. It was like a second birth for him. For many years he’d been dreaming of getting new, young students in that 25-30 year-old range. …
Rabash's Solitude
RABASH’S SOLITUDE He would go to Tiberias on his own. He didn’t allow anyone near him, seeking solitude. Once a month he would leave us for a total of two days. While in Tiberias, he lived in a small house of an old student of his, Drori. These were times …
My Birth
MY BIRTH But what could that be? I knew that RABASH longed for Kabbalah to be revealed to all the people, so I had long been planning on writing a book. “Should I invest myself in a book?” I asked him. “Absolutely. You must write one,” he said. “And I …
None
HIS FINAL DAYS Once, Miller came up to me during the lesson. “Are you seeing this?” he whispered while pointing at RABASH. RABASH was sitting at the table, shaking all over. “This isn’t the first time, you know,” he said. “I hadn’t noticed! What do we do?!” I exclaimed, growing …