But the last 24 hours have surpassed themselves, even for my neighborhood. Two minutes up the road, yesterday they had the huge ‘Jerusalem’s 50th’ bash, celebrating the 50th year when the holy city returned to Jewish rulership. (Mostly).
50 is a big year, it’s the Yovel, or Jubilee year, when people in servitude go free, and inheritances return to their rightful owners.
At the same time that was going on, Trump’s hotel room at the King David hotel - a 10 minute walk away - was being readied.
Today, (yesterday, by the time you read this….) the whole of the Old City was closed down, in anticipation of Trump’s visit - the first time a sitting US president has ever visited the Kotel. For a few days’ beforehand, my husband was spotting groups of American secret service guys pretending to be tourists, swarming all over the Jewish Quarter.
(FBI, CIA, whoever you are, here’s a tip: Whenever there’s a group of REAL tourists from the US in the Old City, there’s always at least one women, and / or a guy with a beard. Please try to blend in better next time, and make sure at least one of you guys is wearing a different colored pair of chinos.)
In the meantime, my kid couldn’t go to school in the Old City today, and her friends couldn’t get out, because the whole place was in lock-down. They even put black-out netting over the roof of the Arab shuk (which seemed to be a little ‘overkill’ as all the Arab residents of the Old City were put under strict curfew, so all the shops in the shuk were shut.)
But that’s not all.
On my street, literally across the road from where I live, at 3pm today they started doing the special tikkun for singles and people who want to have children, which was organized three weeks’ ago for the day of Yesod be Yesod, under the directions of Rav Berland.
Which is where a whole bunch of weird coincidences start to intersect.
Yesterday, I walked up to the Old City walls, to watch the fireworks and hear the music, while reciting my Tikkun Haklali that I try to say each night. (Yes, the identity crisis is still going on strong…)
As I was hearing a whole choir belt out ‘Jerusalem shel zahav’ together with fireworks and I don’t know what else, I was reading these words in the Tikkun HaKlali:
‘Remember, Hashem, the sons of Edom, and yom Yerushalayim (the day of Jerusalem), saying destroy, destroy, until the coming of Yesod.”
I was saying these words on the night of Yesod she be Yesod. Trump, a big ‘son of Edom’ was up the road in the King David hotel, and the fireworks from the yom (yoledet...) Yerushalayim were exploding all around me.
Today, the helicopters started up overhead at around 3pm - the same time as the tikkun for the day of Yesod she be Yesod started up in the shul on my street. A phone call from one of my kid’s friends told us Trump had just got to the Jewish Quarter of the Old City (hence all the helicopters.)
Three weeks’ ago, I wondered why the tikkun was being held on my street, and not in the Shuvu Banim yeshiva building in the Old City that's located right next to the Kotel, in the Muslim Quarter. Clearly someone had foreseen Trump’s visit, and the fact that he’d be making his way to the Kotel at precisely 3pm the day the tikkun needed to happen (which meant that no-one else could be anywhere near it, as the whole of the Old City would be in presidential lock-down…)
Someone clearly also called for the tikkun to begin at exactly the time the American President was down by the Kotel, the place where all Jewish prayers ascend to heaven.
While all that was going on, Mrs Trump also apparently visited Hadassah hospital, where someone is currently in residence.
All day, I felt pretty weird.
So many strange coincidences going on.
As the day of Yesod she be Yesod started to wind down, my husband came home and gave me some stunning news: something we’d been waiting to turn around for four years had just turned around big time, in such an unexpected and dramatic way I’m still pretty shocked by it.
The 50th year is a year when slaves go free, and inheritances return to their rightful owners.
I’m not sure what else is cooking, but what I can tell you is that President Trump was in the path of an awful lot of powerful Jewish prayers on Monday, when he was down by the Kotel. As well as being a tikkun for singles and infertile couples, I suspect some other fundamental tikkun was taking place today, too, that will be revealed in due course.
I guess we’ll find out soon enough.
‘Remember, Hashem, the sons of Edom, and yom Yerushalayim, saying destroy, destroy, until the coming of Yesod.”