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Jerusalem
It happened at times that voices called to the Baal Shem out of the depths of the night, voices to which he listened attentively even though his senses were burdened with sleep. The cries came from afar, from the old country, from out of the very depths of a terrible woe. They came from the old vineyard, the walls torn down and buried beneath the earth, the petrified well's crushed soul. The Baal Shem was determined to arise and go to the land. The Lord spoke to him in the deepest midst of the night and commanded him to stay, but his longing overcame his judgement. With his companion, the writer Rabbi Zvi, he prepared for a long journey to Jerusalem. They passed through many lands until at last they came to the shimmering white sands of the sea. The Baal Shem decided to wait until the following morning before embarking on a voyage to the other side, and he and his companion lay down to rest. In his dream, the master was sailing in a boat which was tossed upon the mighty seas by a powerful storm, and he felt utterly forsaken. He realised that he could not single-handedly free the buried voices from the ruins, and that he must return to his own time. The Lord watches over His land, which will be awakened when the time is ripe.
"0 you afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, 1 will set your stones in fair colours, and lay your foundations with sapphires. And I will make your pinnacles of ru6ies, and your gates of carbuncle, and all your border of precious stones." (Isaiah 54:11-12)
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