by Reb Gutman Locks @ Mystical Paths
It was Purim night. I was sitting alone, drinking a very nice bottle of wine, and doing some research on the Internet for a possible new video. Then some idiot rang the downstairs buzzer…. ZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! ZZZAAAAAAAAAAA! ZZZZAAAAAAA!
The guy really bugged me. I said, “^*%&*& him! I’m not going to answer.”
He kept ringing. Over and over again, and longer each time. I made up my mind that I wasn’t going to answer--no matter what. I can’t think of ever having done this before, but the fine wine and the interesting research just made me obstinate enough to say, “Let him come back tomorrow.”
The ringing stopped. “Ha! The nut is gone.” But a half-minute later the front doorbell rang. The idiot figured out that the downstairs gate wasn’t locked, and he came upstairs.
I opened the door partway and yelled at him, “What, are you out of your mind? Why were you ringing the buzzer like that?” I imitated the buzzer, “ZZZAAAARRAA!”
He said, “I’m sorry.”
Oh, man, that threw me totally off. If the guy said that he was sorry, then he couldn’t be that bad after all.
“What’s the problem?” I asked.
“I’m sorry,” he said, again, (I’m starting to like the guy by now. If he said that he was sorry twice, then there is something good inside.) “…but I heard that you can… that you know how to get rid of….” and he pointed to his head. He didn’t even want to say the word.
I could see right away that I had to help the guy. If he was so bad off that he couldn’t even say the word “demon,” then it was serious.
I opened the door the rest of the way and pulled him in by his shirt. I sat him down in the chair by the door and asked, “Were you ever involved in idolatry?”
He said, “I studied Buddhism for a while.”
“Ah, that’s where it’s coming from. What do you have… voices? Powers? Or what?”
“There are voices. Sometimes I hear someone talking to me….” and he pointed, looking a little scared, to the upper left side of his head.
“Okay, here’s what you do. Anytime the voice comes to you, ignore it. If you can’t ignore it, then simply have a good thought.”
“What’s a good thought?”
“Say ‘G-d I love you.’ Every time a voice comes to you, it means that you are supposed to talk to G-d. G-d wants us to be happy. He wants us to do mitzvahs. That’s why He gave them to us. Put on a yarmulke (head covering), look above your head to see Who is there, and be happy.”
“Every day that you are here in Jerusalem, go to the Kotel. Put on tefillin. Look over your head, talk to G-d, and be happy.”
I warned him, “Don’t expect them to go away in a week. It took me five years to get rid of them. My hands were bleeding from them. But if you do what I say, they will go away, and you will live a happy life. Wear a yarmulke. Put on tefillin. Talk to G-d, and be happy. I like you. You’re nuts, but I think that you are a good guy.”
He asked, “When should I come back?”
I said, “If you want a le’chaim (alcoholic drink), come back tomorrow (Purim). If you want a meal, come back on Shabbos. If you want me to show you how to put on tefillin, come to the Kotel late afternoon. If you want to talk, come middays. I like you. I think that you are a good person. Go get a yarmulke and come back whenever you have any questions. But ring the buzzer like a normal person!”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I understand.”
I think I have a new friend.