Continued from last week here:
Likutey Moharan I:9 – Week 2
Just as my friend had advised me, I found the time I spent slowly learning ?the meaning of the prayers in the siddur along with the simple meaning of the words to be quite beneficial (yet certainly not a “silver bullet” by any means). I did have one important revelation during this process of studying the siddur though; a new found understanding for the meaning of the term avodah shebelev (literally: “work of the heart”; referring to prayer). I always understood this term to mean that I need to really work to make sure my words of prayer were an honest expression of my heart. However, I came to understand that this term could also mean that prayer actually consisted of two components – “work” and “heart” – and that sometimes my prayers might lean more to one side or the other . With this new understanding, I was reassured that my prayers were not deficient if they were not always offered with both of these two components simultaneously. I didn’t need to be so hard on myself if my prayers were not consistently “an unblemished offering”.
In addition to working on davening b’emes during Shacharis, Mincha, and Maariv, I began to realize that I needed to apply the Rebbe teachings to my time in hisbodedus as well. Early one morning, it dawned upon me that there were things that bothered me so greatly and were so sensitive that I would not even speak to Hashem about them. Rather, I would just push them down so they would not surface in my consciousness again for a few weeks or months. I then said to Hashem, “If You know all of my thoughts, how can I think that You don’t know about these things? Who am I fooling!?” I then began to speak to Hashem about all of these sensitive feelings with brutal honesty. I had not been this honest with Hashem since the last time I visited the Rebbe’s tziyun (grave site) in Uman and I confessed to Hashem all of things that I had done in my life up to that point thereby shattering the hard casings around my heart.
The time I started to spend each morning in hisbodedus speaking to Hashem with complete honestly began to get me in touch a deeper level of self than I previously knew existed. I began to trace things to their source and come to a better understanding of who I really was. I came to understand that it was pointless to continually renovate my house (so to speak) if I had a basement that was flooded with sewage. I couldn’t pretend those coarse and unrefined elements of my self did not exist. I could no longer arrogantly think to myself that I was better than anyone I saw around me.
I was reminded of this in a dream I had one night during this time as well. In the dream, I shaved off my beard which I have had for over a decade. I then went into a panic, crying hysterically when I remembered that I needed to go to work the next day and would be showing up in front of my co-workers without a beard. Waking up from this “nightmare” in the middle of the night, I grasped my beard and said, “Oh, Thank You, Hashem!!”. Reflecting about this dream in hisbodedus the next few days, I tried to plumb its meaning. Did it mean that the “real me” was a person without a beard? Was my beard simply a costume I was putting on to make others believe I was some sort of “holy man”?
Eventually one morning, I had an insight during hisbodedus: The beardless me was an aspect of myself that was still very much present – the me that was motivated primarily by the desires and cravings of my body. The bearded me was that aspect of myself which was motivated primarily by my neshoma (soul).* After following the dictates of the body and shaving off my beard in my dream, I was distressed because I had to go back among people without giving them any visual clues of who the “real me” really was. I felt as if I would be made to sit at conference table at the weekly staff meeting at work and have my animalistic thoughts revealed to those around me.
The dream lingered in my mind. How was I to get back in tune with the “real me”? How was I supposed to clean out the filth in this flooded basement? Returning to this lesson in Likutey Moharan, the Rebbe’s words encouraged me,
“Know the darkness itself contains many openings from to exit…
….And know, a person merits to find an opening through emes.”
I asked Hashem over and over in hisbodedus during the next few days to help me find these openings. “Hashem, if there are ‘many openings’, why can’t I find even one!?“, I asked. After spending time reflecting on this is question it came to me that perhaps the answer was hinted to in something Rabbi Dovid Sears once wrote,
To follow the Rebbe’s derekh (path), a person must go into himself.
Perhaps it was time to return to one of my favorite lessons Likutey Moharan; one that had once confirmed in my mind that Breslov was the right path for me. Next week, I will tell you about my return to Likutey Moharan II:73, a lesson focused on how a person can find his unique path.
* Note: This posting is not meant in any way to cast aspersions on a man without a beard who can certainly be infinitely more pious than a man with a beard. I am not trying to imply that a person without a beard is hiding his true self. In this piece, I am only writing about myself and what a beard represents to me alone.
I love your series. I find it astounding that people who have been making hisbodedus for years are afraid to discover/relate part of themselves to HaShem. Do you think this is common?
Also that makes me scratch my head about the rest of us… Do we really know who we are? Are we living in a passing dream?
Thanks so much!
Great to heard from you, Sid P. It is very rewarding to know that others are out there reading my postings as well.
As for your question, I would think that it is fairly common since it is not always a pleasant thing to do. …and when something isn’t pleasant we usually stay away from it!
Shkoiach “Reb Field” for another beautiful post.
Can I ask your for an example of things you didn’t “want” to discuss with HaShem or pushed down inside – I don’t mean a private example but perhaps a moshul so I can relate.
I love this series may you continue to post more and more!
I am learning a sefer about hilchos tefilin where Rav Morgenstern writes his comments on the shulchan aruch. In one place Rav Morgenstern comments (on the point in shulchan aruch where it speaks about the mitzvah of leaving ones home in tallis and tefillin and walking to the shul (and what to do if you live in a place where this is not possible..) that it was the custom of many tzadikim to make hisbodedus at home before shachris and then make their way to the shul in tallis and tefilin- you immediately came to mind! A tzadik needn’t be in a gold coat with green flowers emblazoned (although he may also of course) he can also be making his way to work in the office holding on to the one of the rebbe’s seforim to read on the way!
wishing you continued success
Shea: While I would like to provide you with a concrete example, I feel uncomfortable in doing so given its private nature. What I am referring to in this posting is that there are things that are so private and perhaps we are so ashamed of them that we would never imagine telling another human being – even a spouse or best friend. They are so private that we even have trouble acknowledging their existence before Hashem, whom we cannot even see with our physical eyes.
Thank you very much for the compliment. Reading it though, I recall speaking to a rebbe who once told me, “If you really knew who I was on the inside, you would walk out this door and never return.”
i understand they must be of a very private nature. but perhaps an example which is divorced from your own situation…? for example….
is it on the level of “i forget to say after brochas almost every day” or a little more heated like “I doubt hashem in painful situations” or even more heated like “when i drove over the neighbours dog i did have revenge in mind….”
I don’t think an example separate from my experience would be of use. Sorry for not being able to answer directly.
I think he eluded to them when he wrote: “I couldn’t pretend those coarse and unrefined elements of my self did not exist. I could no longer arrogantly think to myself that I was better than anyone I saw around me.”
If people would see some of our disgusting and animalistic thoughts and desires, they would be VERY scared. To we ever face those? Jealousy, wishing bad, elicit desires, negativity, selfishness etc…
Thank you Aspiring Breslover. I love your brave, honest and sensitive series and look forward each week to reading it and sharing it with others. This would make a terrific book!
All of the positive feedback helps me push any thoughts of not trying to write something each week out of my head. I have to tell you, it takes a lot of effort to take my jazz free-form thoughts and try to put something coherent together!
Thanks again for the comment. I really enjoy reading your postings as well!
I think this is an amazing series as well. It is great for people to learn from someone who is trying to put the Rebbe’s advice into practice.
Keep up the amazing work!