Double glazing, so not sharp…
Our dear friends at Chabad continue to lie about my father 🙁
At their site www.chabad.org they write:
What is true and what is false in these lines?
First of all, my father already lived in Berlin before he married Mushka. He did not do anything there, but he lived there, bankrolled by his future father-in-law, the sixth Rebbe, with money that was supposed to be given to needy Jews in the Soviet Union…
Second of all, my father never enrolled in Berlin University. He attempted but was refused because he did not have a high school diploma: he was not qualified to study at universities!
When the Nazis rose to power my father did indeed move to Paris, but he did not “continue his studies” at the Sorbonne University for two good reasons:
a. he had never started any studies;
b. he was not accepted there either because, yes, he did not have a school diploma and therefore did not qualify.
In the end, my father went to study at a local engineering college, where he was a mediocre student at best, and where after trials & tribulations he barely graduated. He then attempted to gain entry to Sorbonne University again, but was refused: the engineering college was at such a low level that my father still was not qualified for academic studies. He was considered a qualified electrician, no more.
All these facts were published by the academic researchers Heilman and Friedman in 2010 and are well known among followers of my father, but apparently Chabad prefers to stick to lies. It seems they will do just about ANYTHING to aggrandize their dead-and-gone rebbe and to justify their worship of him as their idol…
By the way, my father is often described as ‘rabbi’ by his followers. Well, that is a lie as well, for he was not, never, ordained (authorized) as such by any rabbinical authority. In fact, in 1928, when he lived in Berlin, walking the avenues and parks and frequenting museums and theaters, he begged the Rector of the Hildesheimer Seminary to grant him ordination as that might help him gain entry into Berlin University. The Dean refused bluntly because he did not consider my father qualified for the rabbinical status. (The fact that my father requested this is in itself remarkable: the Seminary was a modern-orthodox institution and such an ordination would carry no weight whatsoever inside my father’s natural environment of Hassidism. Therefore, my father himself would consider such ordination as worthless for anything but entrance to the University. What does this say about his moral standards?)
After this became public knowledge in the 1980’s, in a 1991 book one of my father’s followers (Laufer, Yemei Melech) suddenly produced a handwritten note, supposedly from the famous Rogatchover Gaon (1858-1936), in which my father was ordained. A note never mentioned before, and an ordination never mentioned before. As the Rogatchover Rebbe had (conveniently) died long before, the note could not be verified. A falsification then.
All the above, of course, means that the ordination my father gave me in 1986 was not and is not worth the paper it was written on: only an ordained rabbi can ordain another Jew.
How then, do I claim to be a rabbi? In 2008, I went and got a real ordination from a real rabbi, and from then till summer 2015 I worked as a real rabbi in The Netherlands. Presently, I am a FORMER rabbi 🙂
According to my planning, two months ago I should have finished the first draft of my next book “How to become a Tzaddik, in ten hard steps”. Unfortunately, I had to deal with other, personal business, and when I was done with that, I felt I needed a holiday. I visited Ireland, and afterwards I played around with old audio software a friend gave me two years ago. Composing and recording turned out to be great fun, and I have recorded two songs sofar: first a rather adolescent song I wrote in 1971 at the age of 17, and then a new song about how mankind treats it’s home planet titled (not very originally) “Mother Earth”.
Both of them are available on Youtube (see below) and on Spotify, iTunes and so on. The sound quality on Youtube is, of course, not the best.
Since I loved the creative process so much, I have decided to concentrate for now on writing and recording more songs. More books will follow later in the year!
A yid asked me whether he should fight the belief in the last Rebbe as the Messiah, that has become rampant in his family.
Dedication is a great good, but fanaticism is, as we all know, very wrong. Where people profess their belief that a rabbi of flesh & blood was/is supernatural, it is the duty of a Pater Familias to temper the enthusiasm of the members of his family. However, at the same time, a father& husband is also responsible for the spiritual welfare of those in his care, as well as for shalom bait. So, tread gently and temper mildly, my friend, so as to avoid causing damage to the structure of your (extended) family.
Prayer is begging: begging God to please change reality to better fit our needs. Jewish Tefilla-“prayer” is an exercise in envisioning a better reality in order to align our mindset with God’s will.
Jews do not offer God bargains of the kind of “if You will please cure me I will obey Your commandments”, and we do not demand of God to treat us better because “Hey, we’re obedient followers and therefore we DESERVE health and prosperity!”
When we the Jews speak to God we remind ourselves of Who He is, of what He wants from us, and of who WE are and of how we SHOULD be living our lives. We then admit to ourselves our shortcomings and our futility, and thereby we come to understand how we can, and MUST, improve ourselves. For when we improve ourselves we improve reality. WE! For by improving ourselves WE improve the world. And by improving the world we make it more closely resemble the world God wants. To paraphrase the late President Kennedy: “Tefillah is not about what God can do for us, but about what we must do for Him!”
And, by the way, by attuning ourselves to God’s will we become channels for His benevolence: then through us His love & light reach & touch our lives, and fill the world. Those will be the Messianic times we’ve been longing for, for so long: it is in OUR hands