Over a year ago I asked R. Chaim Kanievsky whether I should move my family to E”Y.
“Yesh Parnasaah?“, he asked. OK, I thought, that’s Plan A.
“What if I come with a bunch of money?” – Plan B
R. Chaim replied, “Then you spend it and go back. What’s the point?”
Either it was ruach ha’kodesh or it was because I was wearing my “best” Zegna shirt to meed him (non-white), but the G’dol ha’Dor is the G’dol ha’Dor. You can’t Rabbi-shop R. Chaim Kanievsky.
The point here is my sense is very strong that the “fish is turning”. When major financial news outlets (FT, Economist) start talking about a future “American” debt crisis, there is fire where there is smoke. And ad this to a crazy government that is just bending backwards to please Ishmael, and bending forward for Amalek, the fire might just be a better bet than the frying pan.
And, on a personal note, I had a vivid dream two weeks ago that I was in a camp of some sort looking for a cot to sleep in, thinking I should get one “over here” to avoid the crush when more people and the rain showed up. We had to be in the camp for some reason, and the feeling was that it was temporary. We then moved to another part of the camp and we heard news that they were moving us to “Arizona.”
I didn’t like that news because it made me realize this situation was going to become more permanent. I decided to escape. As we walked between the two camps I sort of lurked across the street and around to the corner so nobody could see me. I got around the corner and breathed a sigh of relief. Just as I caught me breath a man walked out of a door way in front of me. He was wearing a uniform that looked like the meeting of a Nazi SS uniform and a US postal service uniform. I remember the light blue color of the hat and the red embroidery around the brim.
“You are trying to escape”, he said firmly. I thought he was then going to hurt me there on the spot. He took out a sheet of paper to write my “punishment” on it, which was to have to live in the pig manure lagoon. He gave me the slip and I went back to camp.
I arrived at the woods in the back to head to the lagoon and I saw a man dressed in a monkey suit writhing on the ground. I could see his face, and he was furiously scratching at the top of the monkey mask to scratch through to his scalp, which was infected with scabies and lice. I looked at the man and it was Jason Alexander form the Seinfeld show. I woke up.
I had not thought about camps or the Holocaust in particular recently, so the dream was not something I was thinking about during the day. And I haven’t watched Seinfeld in years.
The implications of the dream are obvious, especially insofar as I’ve come to understand Jason Alexander as the paradigm for the good-hearted, well meaning, non-Orthodox, tinok sh’nishbud Jewish people in America.
I know there is no guarantees when it comes to “surviving” the End of Days, but I do have a deep hope of somehow making it to live in E”Y and to be there with my family to great Moshiach when he arrives.
G-d willing I am travelling to E”Y in a few weeks and am trying to put together a starter-parnassah there so I can m’kayim R. Chaim’s eitzah (as I understood it from our brief encounter).