#rebbes

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I get to see this gorgeous amazing human being in one week!! My heart and being can't take it!!

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Selfie with a Rebbe... Wuuuut?

Some Israeli guy taking selfies with the Boyaner Rebbe Shlit”a.

The Boyaner was this guy’s sandek 21 years ago by his bris.

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Can you tell me the names of some famous hasidic Jews?

The Rebbe reb Ploni ben Nistar -aka the Tambler Rebbe- or… you could try this wiki-page.

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Brachacadabra

by David Suissa  The Jewish Journal You haven't lived until you've waited three hours in a cramped living room waiting to see a Chasidic rebbe so that you can ask him, at 1 a.m., for a bracha to meet the man of your dreams; or for your wife to recover from cervical cancer; or to do well in your med school entrance exams; or, simply, to ask him whether you should start a low-end schmatta line that you'll produce in China, and, if he says yes, to get a bracha that you'll succeed.

This is the midnight underworld of Jewish life -- far removed from our everyday Jewish experiences, and set in the mystic realm of blind faith and the power of holy men.

I've been visiting holy men for as long as I can remember -- all kinds of holy men: Chasidic, Sephardic, Persian, Iraqi, kabbalists, young, old, ancient, you name it. I'm Sephardic, and Sephardim are suckers for holy men. Call me or any Moroccan Jew at any time to tell us there's a holy man in town giving brachas, and we'll schlep anywhere -- even to the Valley at rush hour.

So you can imagine my reaction a few weeks ago when my friend and neighbor Louis Kemp called to tell me that the famous Biale Rebbe from Jerusalem was at his house giving brachas, and that I had better come quickly because he was flying back to Israel the next morning.

I had heard of this rebbe (officially called the Ostrova Biale Rebbe, to distinguish him from his older brother who is also called the Biale Rebbe), but had never met him. This was my chance.

I got there a little after 10 p.m., and got in to see him right around midnight. The wait was hardly a bother, because I got to observe the silent drama of people who yearn for miracles.

In a large living room overlooking a nighttime Los Angeles that looked like a million candles were lit all over the city, a quiet group of adults and a few carefree kids milled around, with almost every adult staring at whoever came out of their session with the rebbe, as if looking for a sign.

In the middle of this scene was a bear-like character named Eddie Friedman, acting as the unofficial schmooze-meister.

Eddie was there to keep things light, because he knew how much tension there must have been in the hearts and minds of the visitors. Nobody would say, of course, why they were there, but Eddie knew. He's been one of the rebbe's most loyal followers for the past 10 years, and, as an occasional translator, he's seen his share of hard stories.

He knew that on any given night, there were people praying that a cancer would go into remission; or a broken marriage would be put back together; or a child who had left the Jewish faith would return to the fold; or that a father's parnassa, his income, would improve to fend off an eviction notice.

And he knew that the rebbe would fight for them.

It's hard not to be moved by Eddie's description of how this rebbe fights for his flock. In the rebbe's mind, he's going to war against the yetzer harah, the evil inclination, which is out to destroy your life. The rebbe will purify himself several times a day in the mikvah, to better channel God's power against this spiritual foe.

But more than that, as I saw for myself, this rebbe gets very emotional.

When I got in to see him, he asked for the Hebrew names of family members, and, as he wrote them down, immediately told me stuff about my life. I couldn't help thinking: Has he talked to my friends? How else would he know? Does he Google?

These distracting thoughts slowly evaporated when he moved his big, boyish face close to mine, so close that I could feel his breath.

At one point, tears came down his thick reddish beard. I was taken aback, because I hadn't said much. Some rebbes have the studied calm of Don Corleone. This one is a human volcano. His desire to help you is so intense that his emotions continually erupt in front of you. When I shared with him some personal good news, he was so happy he exploded in cries of joy.

I imagine he doesn't often hear good news. In the poor neighborhood where he lives in Jerusalem, I hear that hundreds of people -- many of them Sephardim -- line up throughout the night to share their hardships and ask for his holy intervention.

I can see why someone might ridicule this kind of primitive faith in the power of a holy man. It's like believing in magic. When I asked Eddie why so many people believed the rebbe could help them, he gave me this long, quiet look, as if to say: "Why are you asking me? You see rebbes all the time. What do you think?"

It's true that I love to see rebbes. I'm not sure exactly why. It's certainly not that I expect the brachas to create miracles. I know a lot of people do, but for me, that's asking for too much.

I think I just enjoy basking in their holy glow. They put me in a good mood. When I walked out of Louis Kemp's house that night, I was on a high. I felt like I could do anything.

Maybe that's the rebbe's hidden magic: he loves you so much that his brachas give you more faith in yourself. That's a special kind of miracle.

Even my great therapist can't pull that off -- at least not in one session.

__________________________________ David Suissa, an advertising executive, is founder of OLAM magazine and Meals4Israel.com. He can be reached at [email protected].

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Last week was the first yuhrzeit of the Sadigerer rebbe, Rabbi Avrohom Yaakov Friedman zt”l.

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Nikolsburger Rebbe Rabbi Yosef Yechiel Mechel Lebovits shlita Tours The City Of Prague (November 24 -27 2011). This is the first time I see a Rebbe speaking English for such a long time, and in public.

[Note: Because of sefiras haomer you'll have to stop the video after 5.22 minutes, because the last 32 seconds is music.]

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Rebbes on Horseback

Photo Credit: Dror Garti/Flash90

Thousands of Chasidim attend the wedding of the great-grandson of the Sanzer Rebbe in Netanya, January 02, 2012.

The Sanz Chasidic dynasty was founded by Rabbi Chaim Halberstam (1793–1876) who served as the Rabbi of Nowy Sącz (Sanz, or Tsanz inYiddish). Reb Chayim was known as a man in whose pocket a penny never got warm – because as soon as he’d get it, he’d start looking for someone to give it to.

Sanz is huge in Netanya, and to this day they’re crazy active in collecting for Tzedaka and giving it away.

Still, they look a tad unusual on horseback. And a tad uncomfortable…

Photo: Dror Garti/Flash90

Dror Garti/Flash90

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How are other rebbes from different hasidic sects looked upon by other hasidic sects? For example, if you were a karliner hasid and were seen by other karliner hasids reading vayoel moshe by the satmar rebbe. How would this be seen by the community?

Other Rebbes are generally seen as Tzadikim, as well. They might have a different derech/avodoh/etc but they're still tzadikim. Just think of all the different Rebbes standing in a circle, and in the middle of the circle is the Torah; the truth. Every Rebbe looks at it from a different angle. Those angles are the different approaches of how to serve Hashem.

Now, one has to understand that certain Rebbes speak specifically for their Chassidim. So whatever he tells his Chassidim to do (or not to do) does not necessarily mean it counts for everyone.

I don't think Karlin has anything against VaYoel Moshe. But if you would learn it in a Belzer yeshive, then they would most likely take it away, or.. if they're friendly, ask you to take it away.

And then, you have - of course - places like Skver, where any type of Breslev material is forbidden because of a machlokes they have since Rebbe Nachman's days.