Why God sent the Coronavirus

Sometimes we receive signals from heaven, shocks that help humanity return to the right path. Periodically, we are the recipients of messages that force us to control the direction we have given our life, and reevaluate if it is the right one. Suddenly all our fundamental points, our choices, our beliefs, are called into question. Where once we were simply having a walk, with no previous notice, what once was safe and calm,  suddenly becomes dangerous. And our goal changed dramatically from having a relaxing walk, to saving our lives.

The world was so busy in its run to have more money, more power, more economic influence, that it did not realize that a  tiny creature that can be seen only through a microscope, was silently entering into the daily life of a seventh of the world’s population.

Everyone was so busy with the goal of being the first, of becoming the most powerful country in the universe, there was no time to remember the main goal we were created for. Until a tiny creature called Coronavirus, a submicroscopic infective particle that the human eye cannot see, started affecting our daily life, forcing millions of people to call into question their life structure, bringing hundreds of countries to think about the real definition of wellbeing, forcing factories and economic entities  to cut their sales forecast 35%. And requiring a whole society to stop and think about its own value system. When everything is good, we concentrate on mundane goals and we tend to set aside our soul. Our main worry is about the money we have in our bank accounts, which new brand we are going to buy, what title there will be printed on our next business card. But as something goes wrong on our path, we run back to those forgotten layers of our soul, where the most important things of our life lay in silence, waiting to be discovered again.

The Midrash says that when Titus destroyed the Sanctuary of Jerusalem, he thought he defeated G-d. So G-d sent him a microscopic mosquito that entered his brain through his ear and annoyed him unendingly, until it drove him to death.

Sometimes these tiny and imperceptible beings bring back us human beings to the right dimension.

Gheula Canarutto Nemni

Our life is a museum of illusions…

I have been to the museum of illusions in Vienna with my children. As we entered we saw pictures that appeared totally different according to the side you were looking from. Rooms painted with diagonal stripes made people appear as giants in one corner and as dwarfs in the opposite one.

Holograms, steady objects hit by an intermittent light that made them appear as they were in a perpetual movement.

We walked into a giant kaleidoscope and, though the footboard we were onwas not moving, we felt like fluctuating in the air.

I have never experienced illusions from so close.

I have never experienced something that actually does not exist.

When we left the museum I started looking around. Cars, shops, people who ran in the streets. Were they real? What if everything around me was different from it seemed to be?

What if our material desires were only a deceiving need created by our materialistic soul? What if our daily run, which we are convinced is so necessary for us, goes in the opposite direction of our true goal?

Maybe G-d is challenging us hoping that soon or late we open our eyes and we realize that our life should be very different from what society is telling us? What if one day we just open our eyes and we realize that the aim we were created for is so different from what we have always believed?

There is a chassidic story about a poor man who travels in the world in search of richness. He happens to arrive on an island where diamonds are scattered everywhere while the most precious thing is onions. You earn in onions, you pay in onions, your wealth is calculated in onions. Days go by and he slowly forgets about the real world and the fact that if he simply picked up some diamonds from the floor, he could become very rich. On the island he becomes a very wealthy persons. After ten years he goes back home with a carriage full of onions. Look what I brought you! He says to his astonished wife. You’ve been away for home for ten years and this is all you could earn? She asks desperately. Onions?

In our life everything depends on the perspective we use to look at things. Reality changes according to the lenses we wear. One day we will realize that we have lived all our life as in a long dream. A dream made of wishes that do not belong to us, needs that are not ours, material things that should guarantee us happiness and joy but as we buy them, nothing changes inside ourselves.

And G-d hides Himself behind the illusion of this world and waits patiently that we open the curtain, we move the veil and we discover our spirituality and our real aim.

Gheula Canarutto nemni

Excuse me, but I am Jew

Excuse me, but I am a Jew.
This is why a few seconds ago you could see me concentrating and praying with the deepest intentions. And now I am dancing and singing with all my passion.
You can catch me while I am begging G-d and tears are flowing on my face. And in the same time I am shouting joyous words.
I beg you pardon, but I was planned to be an unstable creature.
For 48 hours I blow a horn which sound is similar to the cry of a son, I fast for 25 hours to get all my past mistakes erased and when I arrive to the maximum level of spirituality, when a new page is offered to my life, instead of keeping calm and thoughtful, I inject myself overdoses of joy.
What can I do? I was programmed in this way.
Go and complain with my Creator if you don’t like me as I am.
If you wish to have me more aligned, more balanced and controlled.
If you were looking for a nation that is always constant and the same during time, you arrived to the wrong address.
We Jews are like the moon. Every day we are different than the previous one.
We hope you will excuse us, but we are Jews.
And you can never see us stopping at a certain point or 100% satisfied of what we have reached.
You can never catch us with the ‘arrival’ sign in our hand, because for us every finishing line is a new starting point.
We beg your pardon but we are unable to stop.
And when G-d commands us to be happy, though He knows that happiness is a feeling and feelings are quite impossible to impose on someone, when He asks ‘let the joy enter in your hearts’ a few hours away from our Yom Kippur cries, we do our best to shift our state of mind according to His will.
Excusing us once again for our eclecticism, we beg your pardon already for the coming days, during which we will put aside our reason and logic, pilpul and discussion on the Torah.
We will be very busy celebrating the simple and above every logic fact, that we have been chosen to be part of this nation.
A nation that has never stopped during the last three thousand years,
moving from tears to smiles, from the deepest faith to the greatest discussion, at a dance pace.
Chag sameach!
Gheula Canarutto Nemni