An Israeli Winter

Israel is supposed to be a very hot and sunny place, or I thought that was true until this past winter. Living in Amirim, perched high atop a mountain in northern Israel, the weather proclaims its own kingdom, and Mediterranean this is not.

It has been a long winter of hail, sleet, and snow, along with freezing cold temperatures. During the day, the clouds would huddle in the valley below as if waiting at a bus stop, then sweep up the mountain and swirl through the pines, creating a shield of thick fog. Like shapeshifters, they would slide right under my front door and seep through the window cracks, adding dampness to the chill.

Those who have fireplaces would cozily huddle inside sipping tea, the fire’s smoke twisting from chimneys into the cold night air. Those without fireplaces (like me) would simply freeze while staying indoors. Israeli houses, or at least the ones I know, seem to have windows that entice the cold air inside. The doors have no sweeps, so the cold air finds another way to intrude, nudging underneath. 

As there is no central heating, regular air conditioning units are called upon. They have a so-called ‘heat’ function, but they groan under the stress. I fondly remember those centrally heated houses in Canada where people could comfortably wear a T-shirt inside all winter long, while Jack Frost was safely locked outside to doodle on the windows.

In our house during this Israeli winter, we tried to keep warm using two air conditioning units that have a hole cut into the window screen for the compressor hoses. Sensible piece of engineering, I thought, as I stuffed these wide openings with towels. But still the wind found its way inside. 

So we plugged in a few small electrical heaters that we could move around the house from room to room. These were so tiny and ineffective, Amir called them hair dryers.

Last week, both of the large air conditioning compressors were moaning, with one calling out shakily in a form of a death rattle. I went outside to inspect and saw that it was covered in ice as if it were in the deep Arctic. The other unit simply shivered until we finally turned it off, throwing another coat on top of our layers in order to stay warm.

At this point, I was wearing two pairs of leggings, two sweaters, a hat, and two coats - inside. I would have worn gloves but was unable to type on my keyboard with them on. I so wished I owned a nose warmer (if there even were such a thing) and I was sure I could see my breath. Even my potted pineapples and palm tree called it a day.

The most interesting part was that it was actually colder inside the house than outside. I would often exit the house wearing my regular ski wardrobe of two sweaters and two coats, only to find that I did not need this winter apparel outside.

The cold continued from January, February, and right through March. March is ‘supposed’ to be hot here, but not this year. I have also never seen so much rain. It formed two rivulets down my street, turned potholes into ponds, and clad the trees in moss. 

The rain transformed the earth into squishy red mud which my dogs would then trek across the house. We set up a paw washing station outside the front door complete with bucket, brush, and towels. The dogs would stand outside offering us a paw while we massaged the mud from their feet and fur. 

Yet the mud found its way inside, imprinting the floor with perfectly formed paw prints, which was efficiently caked on, care of the whirling cold air. I would take a mop to ‘depaw’ the floor only to find a fresh red trail readily reappear.

A few days ago, the sun started to wink at us from behind the clouds, revealing magnificent rainbows. While driving one afternoon, I saw four rainbows within a half hour, jumping out of the car to marvel at them like an overexcited child. The clouds retreated, the rain stopped, and a blinding indigo sky had us blinking like badgers.

The sun has now taken full reign, turning this battered mountain enclave into a Mediterranean paradise. There is not a cloud in the sky and I may not see another one float by until November. The sage and lavender are in bloom, the birds are busy nesting, and those mucky puddles have evaporated. 

The walls of this house are warming up and the windows are wide open. I have disbanded the paw washing station and removed the towels from the windows. The ‘hair dryers’ are no longer required and those fatigued air conditioners that are supposedly heaters can finally take a well-needed vacation. 

I can sit now inside with one layer like a regular person. But why stay indoors when spring is beckoning?

Oh, Canada

 

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After months of feeling doom and gloom, it is a relief, like a ray of warm sunshine, to come outside mask free and see those Green Pass signs stripped from restaurants and shops and malls and wedding halls and museums. 

And then “it” hit Canada, my place of birth, the country described as “strong and free” in the national anthem. Canadians are polite, quiet, respectful, and tolerant. They do as they are told, wait in line in a dignified manner, and end their sentences with “please” or “thank you.” They even sit at street lights until the light turns green.

I can say all of this as I am a Canadian living in the wild Middle East, a place where the word lineup is a suggestion, or more likely, an open invitation to bud in. As getting onto an Israeli bus from a crowded stop means shoving and elbowing, I would rather walk, thank you. 

Here, sitting in a car at a red light requires edging forward the millisecond before it goes green, or being honked at with fury. Yes, it can be exasperating. And so I look to those patient, honest, hard-working Canadians with great respect.

To actually witness Canadians out there protesting in sub-zero conditions means they have had enough. And it takes a lot to get a Canadian to complain, thank you. Their recent display of protest was because they had enough lies, enough rules, enough of a ruined economy, stunted childhoods, and lack of decent education. 

I was cheering the truckers on as if they were my long-lost buddies. I wept along with these burly men as I watched videos of them receiving letters filled with hearts and thanks and homemade cookies from grateful children. I saw a Canada united by hope and by a yearning for true freedom. I saw people from many races and languages and professions coming together in a hug fest. 

And then I saw that this was not being covered in the MSM, until the devious lies began. They turned these innocent people, the young and elderly alike who paraded about with flags of red maple leafs, into dangerous terrorists. They turned horn honking into the words ‘Heil Hitler.’ It was ugly and distorted and a full-out lie. 

The Canadian government would not even take the time to sit down at the table and talk with these people about the freedom they wanted. The government also refused to listen to many learned doctors and scientists who had important information about public health and keeping Canadians informed.

Instead, Trudeau passed the Emergency Act, beat up the innocent, arrested the truckers, took away their licenses, and froze their bank accounts.

What kind of freedom-loving democracy with so-called elected politicians is this? The people are supposed to be in charge of their destiny and the government is supposed to work for the electorate.

This is a scary, slippery slope and sadly, I must welcome Canada into the totalitarian Hall of Fame where Israel is already a long-standing member. You may say I am over reacting. I am simply observing and I see that life is not going back to how it was, not in Israel, not in Canada, and nowhere else in the world.

I now question everything, especially messages in the media that contain the same script. And I look for information on other platforms, finding many voices who feel the same way. I will refuse fall prey to fear as this is a tool to weaken and create chaos just as has happened over the past two years.

As one deadly chapter sputters slowly to its end, I hear a prologue for the new fear that may require our subservience. Look up at the warming air and out to the diminishing sea, for I now hear complaints and fear-mongering about climate change in the media. 

Will this soon become a woeful story about our giant carbon footprints stomping all over the place? Then perhaps those digital passports will need to return after all, in order to make this world a healthier place. 

I am grateful to see through the charade and invite others to observe this tragic parody. Think I should catch a ray of sunshine outside while I still can, please!

Congratulations Israel for Being Number One!

 

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Israel, congratulations!You are number one in the world – and this is no small feat for a small country. But you tried so hard, and now you are the number one in Corona infections in the world! 

All of those va((ines you delivered. The government was so efficient, Israel soon become the number one va((inated country in the world! They turned this place into one testing laboratory and used the citizens as guinea pigs. The citizens complied, rolling up their sleeves for an unproven product. 

This product was supposed to stop transmission but seemed to only invite it. It was supposed to lessen the side-effects of the disease in the elderly and immunocompromised, but if so, why also go after the robust, healthy population, pregnant women, and children with perfect immune systems? 

And despite the fact that the short-lived trials never offered extra doses for protection, you took on the medical mantle and decided to take a risk. You kept offering more doses, and more, becoming the first nation in the world to administer a fourth!  

All because you want to be number one. Desperately. Meanwhile, many other countries are taking a step back and looking at Israel and scratching their heads. Why are the numbers so high? And why are so many of the infected va((inated? And why are they vaccinating the Israeli children? 

And why are they keeping the totalitarian green passports if this virus goes after immunized and non-immunized equally, without checking their papers at the door? 

Because you love control. In fact, like thieves in the night, you passed the Enabling Act on January 26, giving yourselves even more bracing controls over the public. Is there a relationship to the act by the same name that Germany passed on March 23, 1933? After Hitler was appointed chancellor in January of 1933, he wasted no time in getting rid of democracy in Germany. Hitler’s Enabling Act of 1933 enabled him to pass unconstitutional laws without objection. This paved the way for a legal dictatorship, and the rest is history.

Times are dark as liberty is engulfed into shadow. Meanwhile, a large part of the Israeli population is either sick or recovering, homebound and weak. People try to go to work, but are often find themselves back home in quarantine again and again and again.  

Meanwhile, many are running for the fourth va((ine, in the hopes that it may offer extra protection, but by now, everyone knows immunity wanes after a few weeks. Yet the virus mutates, becoming even more evasive and contagious in the hopes of visiting up all. Some things you cannot escape. 

Israel needs to stop trying to control a fight it may never win. Light, love and trust are our healers, along with healthy doses of vitamin C, D, quercetin, and zinc. 

Natural immunity is also under-rated, but it a G-d given gift. Go out and exercise, enjoy friendships, and keep a sense of humor. It may be a long, tough ride, but darkness never stays triumphant.

"Silence ensures that history repeats itself"

Quote by Erin Gruwell, American teacher

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History repeats itself. Over and over. Onstage, the actors change roles, their wardrobe switches, and the conflicts and weaponry are revised. Yet the underlying script remains the same. It is a story of diminishment, scorn, and persecution. 

As domineering corporate and governmental leaders write a narrative of hate, they entrench their power by manipulating masses. This is done with propaganda, fear, and cloaked science.

I see this happening before my eyes every day here in Israel. The noose of persecution is pulled tighter as the leadership desperately fights for authority over the impertinent “children” who won’t listen to their stringent rules.

And yes, this is a replay of another atrocity, and as a Jew living in Israel, I feel that I am able to draw a parallel. Aspects of life in Israel in 2021 can be compared to Germany in the 1930s. Many who survived the horrific Holocaust, and now their offspring, become incensed when such a comparison is made. Yet, these Jews must allow the world to learn from this dark history so it does not repeat itself. The players, the costumes, and the weapons are different, but the plot is the same.

My husband’s parents were Holocaust survivors. On both his mother’s and father’s sides, siblings, parents, and most relatives perished. The tragedy did not end in 1945 with Germany’s surrender; although my husband’s father survived, he then died of a massive heart attack at the age of 49 from the typhoid he contracted in the Bergen Belson concentration camp. Many distant relatives in my family also perished.

So, yes, I can write about this subject, especially in the light of current events, and more so because now the perpetrator is the Jewish state subjugating its own people. Some of these Israelis survived the Holocaust, only to now witness another one looming in their own so-called free Jewish state.

There are a few child survivors like Vera Sharav who are calling a spade a spade. She said in an interview, “I can’t believe I have to bear witness again.” Her prophetic words and wisdom can be heard in this YouTube video.

A new version of the Holocaust is beginning, yet there are those Jews who take offense to any comparisons being made. In the Netherlands, Dutch politician, Thierry Baudet was forced to remove social media posts calling the new underclass the “new Jews,” as reported by MSN. The judge ruled that Baudet “pointlessly” offended Holocaust survivors and their families. Is this judge effectively ruling that history is pointless?

This ruling, in effect, forbids others to learn important lessons from history. If we do not see the daily brainwashing of the masses and the subsequent demonization against these new second class citizens, we are sleepwalking. 

If we do not fight against the unfair persecution of a people who simply want to preserve their bodily rights and defend their power of choice which are protected by the Nuremberg Code from 1947, we are complicit. 

If we continue turning our backs on this authoritarianism and discrimination, it could get worse, with every single person losing rights, dignity, and freedom. No, we are not going back to what people call normal any time soon–just look at the history books.

If we not show solidarity and acceptance of the other, we are missing out on what it is to be human and to have a soul. Our humanity is our compassion, our empathy, and our ability to think for ourselves. 

If we remain compliant and tribal and stiff-necked, we are nothing more than animals, and that is exactly where the authorities want us; coralled and fearful like sheep in a pen.

When a survivor told of his own experience in the Holocaust, he explained that at first the Jews weren’t allowed to sit on certain park benches, so they thought, fine, there are places on the grass to sit. And then they were not allowed in public pools. Fine, the Jews thought, we can swim in the lakes and the rivers. Over time, the rules became more stringent and the public accepted them, allowing this to become a new normal. Slowly, slowly, freedom eroded into authoritarianism and totalitarianism.

Today, in Israel, a large part of the population cannot go to public pools. They cannot go into shopping malls, large stores, theaters, restaurants and more. Those who care about bodily freedom cannot learn at school or university without submitting to unreliable medical tests every few days. And even these “freedoms” are being eroded. Slowly, slowly, it drips its torpid poison.

This is not a localized phenomenon in Israel; it is happening around the world right now. Australians are being forcibly detained in so-called hotels (internment camps). Freedom of expression is curtailed, with learned experts being ridiculed and their words erased. The list goes on and on, yet most people are oblivious, blinded, and paralyzed.

So please open your eyes and see the other. Take time to investigate and try to respect others' opinions. Do not take the narrative you are fed in the media at face value. Do not believe that governments have our backs: they do not. This is an insidious war abut power, not health. 

Instead, look back at history, think for yourself, and compare today to the past. History is your most valuable teacher while your individuality, conscience, and soul are your precious humanity. Do not remain silent; listen and cry out, for history is trying to repeat itself.

 

I am reaching out, please take my hand.

 

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I started this blog upon making Aliyah in 2005. I kept writing for close to 15 years, annotating the many enlightening experiences I had in this special land. From golden desert to oak forested mountains, I was inspired by the beautiful landscapes, dazzled by the brilliant sunshine, and fascinated by the rather zesty culture. I wrote about how these places and people impacted me, touched my heart, and swelled my soul. I felt alive and I felt at home. At last.

 

 

And then C_V_D hit. I no longer had anything positive and inspiring to report. I stopped writing when I first felt the fear from a scary and ubiquitous police presence. I saw an iron-fisted government that soon clamped down on personal freedoms. I watched terrifying one-sided newscasts preaching a dogma fueled by propaganda. 

 

I witnessed freedom of speech being shut down as the health ministry and the TV, radio, and social media mocked, then silenced any and all opposition. Rabbis took on the narrative, showing bewildered congregants Torah's solutions to heal in these dark times. This too mirrored the government's narrative, and so most Israelis followed directions with shocking obedience. I had no idea that such a “charif,” confrontational and outspoken people could obediently and unquestioningly stand in line with such innocence and trust.

 

And so I witnessed our society being divided into two camps who have now spun so far from the other, it looks as if there is no rectification. These two sides now live on two planets elbow-to-elbow in a tiny orbit.

 

This country that has always been a tinderbox awaiting the next blaze. But the threat has always been from the outside: be it the anti-Semites, the many enemies that surround every border, or the haters who live within.

 

I have lived here for 16 years and witnessed three wars, plus the recent rocket barrages that incited pogroms from Arab Israelis within our midst. These last acts of hate gave me a sense of hopelessness regarding a peaceful future in Israel. Yet this too subsided, as if a lid were capped on the simmering volcano. All returned to calm, as both Jewish and Arab Israelis went back to living and working side by side. That is, until the next eruption will occur, for the volcano still simmers beneath.

 

The wars that erupted from the north and from Gaza were devastating and terrifying, yet they miraculously strengthened the Jewish people. Jews united in these times; they opened their homes to strangers who fled the rockets; they gave, they cared, they felt as one nation.

 

And here we are in what I will call another “battle.” Yet this war is different as it pitches Jew against Jew in their Jewish homeland. It is a battle without traditional weapons; fear and a one-sided narrative have replaced bullets and rockets. And this non-violent weaponry is proving to be even more powerful as it is forcing Jews to reject other Jews.

 

I feel like I am watching a boxing ring from the sideline. A great, strong and confident boxer is in the ring awaiting the next round. He is punching the air, biting, grinning in anticipation of his next win.

 

And I want to curl up and cry in the corner of this ring because the Jews are failing by setting up such a fight. They are failing each other and are failing in the eyes of Hashem. The Jews lived in exile, and suffered pogroms, and died in millions at the hands of the Nazis. Yet, they were given back their ancient homeland to rebuild and to care for and to respect.

 

The biggest responsibility of Jews, especially those who have the merit to live in Israel, is to be a light to others, to show love, to honor, and to treat one another well. I fear we have gone astray, and this is under the auspices of the first Prime Minister who is an Orthodox Jew.

 

It is a time of confusion, fear and separation. Yet if we are to learn from our errors of the past, we should know that baseless hatred spells the end of the people in this land. This happened in the times of the First Temple, when the Jews were banished to Babylon; and again, with the destruction of the Second Temple, when Jews were enslaved and walked away in chains to Rome and exiled beyond.

 

Some 2,000 years later, it was finally time to come home and set up a nation with both a high conscience and consciousness. Yet 73 years after the establishment of the state, I see fractiousness, disrespect, inequality, indignity, and corruption. I can see this failure as clearly as the radiant, magenta sky that soars above me. And I can see the ticking meter is running out.

 

Data records over 8,000 Israeli deaths from C_V_D, and this is a true tragedy. Yet despite a zealous campaign to restore health, the government’s plan has not brought back any sense of normal. In fact, just the opposite of normal is true.

This week, the government extended their C_R_N_A powers until the end of 2022 and have renewed the “state of emergency” for another two to four months. They increased the fines of violating the so-called Green Pass to 10,000 NIS, and have legislated that they will close businesses which do not enforce their discriminatory measures. Such actions do not restore health.

 

Instead, their tightening muzzle instills a new reality of fear, confusion, and distrust. The worst offense is that the government of the Jewish people is fostering a division among its own people and those on the two sides now find themselves separated by an invisible iron curtain.

 

Old friends are afraid to gather together, families are being split up over the narrative, and marriages are crumbling. Many have lost their livelihood, their hope, and their sanity. Children have lost the innocence of their childhood, while he youth have lost their sense of adventure. Those who believe in sovereignty of the body and a freedom to make their own decisions now find themselves to be pariahs.

The boxer is starting the next round. The punches are coming closer and lower, and I fear those Jews cheering for the strong opponent’s side will jeer and cry in delight upon seeing painful blows inflicted.

I cower in the corner at this “fight.” The Jews are perpetrating injustice upon others in their own society, especially their own children. We, who have been banished and exiled and then fought for freedom, justice, and dignity, should know how to respect others’ rights.

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We should intuit how to hold the two opposing sides in one hand and stay above judgement and hate. We should respect the other, and even if we cannot understand another’s position, let go of the fear and sit with it. 

 

We should be healing ourselves from within, not lashing without. We should be praying to Hashem for the strength to be better people instead of spending energy trying to coerce and enslave the other. We should know better.

 

For truth and peace live between two opposites. The light is there for us to touch and to take and to warm our hearts. We all need to reach out to the other with respect and to unify as one people with a higher consciousness. We need to gracefully bow to the other, step out of the boxing ring, and grow as a people. I am reaching out, please take my hand.