Rav-Nachman

Rebbe Nachman's Prayer for Peace

Lord of Peace, Divine Ruler, to whom peace belongs! 
Master of Peace, Creator of all things! 

May it be thy will to put an end to war and bloodshed on earth, and to spread a great and wonderful peace over the whole world, so that nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore.

Help us and save us all, and let us cling tightly to the virtue of peace. Let there be a truly great peace between every person and their fellow, and between husband and wife, and let there be no discord between people even in their hearts.

Let us never shame any person on earth, great or small. May it be granted unto us to fulfill Thy Commandment to “Love thy neighbor as thyself,” with all our hearts and souls and bodies and possessions.

And let it come to pass in our time as it is written, “And I will give peace in the land, and you shall lie down and none shall make you afraid. I will drive the wild beasts from the land, and neither shall the sword go through your land.

God who is peace, bless us with peace !!!

(Attributed to Rabbi Nachman ben Feiga of Breslov, 1773-1810)

The Lost Princess series is based on the story of Rebbe Nachman. The lost princess represents the feminine aspect of G-d’s presence called the Shechina. She is the longing of the Jewish people and all of humanity to search for a connection to the Creator and to reawaken and return to all the lost places within.

~To see more pictures in the Princess Series follow the link.

Other links lead to the Lost Princess and a brief biography about Rav Nachman.

Once upon a time, there was a son of a king who lost his mind, and apparently began to think that he was a rooster. He removed his clothes, sat under the table, and started to peck the bread crumbs and leftovers he found there.
Many doctors tried to take care of king’s son, but despaired from their efforts and left almost as soon as they came. The king’s pain grew and grew, until one day a mysterious wise man appeared and said, “I shall heal the king’s son.”
To everyone’s astonishment, the wise man removes his clothes as well, sat with the king’s son under the table, and began to peck bread crumbs with him. The king’s son, surprised, turned to the wise man and asked him, “Who are you?” The wise man responded with the same question, “Who are you?” The king’s son said to him, “I am a rooster.” And so the wise man said to him, “Well, I’m also a rooster.” And to two of them sat together.
After they became used to one another, the wise man requested that clothes be sent to them under the table. The wise man then said to the king’s son, “Were you told that a rooster can’t wear clothes? It’s possible to wear clothes and still be a rooster.” And so the two of them put on clothes.
Then the wise man hinted for them to offer food from the table. To the king’s son’s surprise, the wise man said, “It’s possible to eat like a person and continue to be a rooster.” And the king’s son began to eat.
After some more time passed, the wise man turned to the king’s son and said, “Do you think that a rooster has to always be under a table? It’s possible to be a rooster and sit AT the table too.”
And thus the wise man continued until the son’t healing was complete.
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Rav Nachman of Bratslav

Ein Makom Rahok, 64

“RESEMBLANCES:

Evil is like a man running among people with his hand closed (and one can’t tell what’s in it), and asking of everyone, "What am I holding?” And it seems to everyone that he is holding something which he craves, and so they run after him. After this he opens his hand and there is nothing in it.

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Rav Nachman of Bratslav

Ein Makom Rahok, 36

A SIMPLE MAN:

Once upon a time there was a king who went out on a hunting trip with royal ministers. The king wore simple clothes so that it would be easy for him to relax and be merry.
Suddenly, a heavy rain began to fall, and all of the royal ministers scattered, each his own way, and the king was left all alone. The king looked for shelter, and came upon a house where there delt a farmer.
The farmer took in the king, gave him dry clothes, and fed him hot soup. He heated up the oven and gave him a nice place to sleep.
The simple manners of the farmer pleased the king, who had never experienced an evening such as this. After the storm subsided, the ministers went looking for the king, and they found him sleeping in the farmer’s house. The ministers requested to return the king to the palace, but the king stopped them and said, “Since you saved yourselves and this man took me in, he will bring me with his cart and his simple clothing, and he will return me to the throne of the kingdom.

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Rav Nachman of Bratslav

Ein Makom Rahok, ed. Dov Eichenwald, 54