Received from my holy Chevrusa on the path to Uman:
For those of you just joining us We just left the town of Volednick. When we arrived is was alos hashachar. We managed to keep Leon up at the steering wheel by chanting the niggun of Uman uman rosh hashanah Uman Uman rosh hashana. Truth be known the loudest voice of all was that of our faithful driver. Who keeps reminding us that it is not him to thank but hashem for everything.
We said slechos and davened. The shames turned up the heat for us in the Tyson. The temperature was probably 40 degrees outside. Within 10 minutes the room was warm and filled with powerful slechos teffilos and tehillim of the heliga chevrah we are traveling with. One of the chevrah told us of a segulah to leave a coin on the matzevah while you daven and when you are done to take the coin with you and carry it with you so that the holy Tzaddik of valednic Reb Yisroel Dov Ber is always with you. Our faithful driver Leon got an opportunity to catch up on some much needed sleep. We charged up our cell phones mp3 players and batteries. We filled our stomachs with tea and oatmeal but most important. We charged up our neshomas with tifillos and supplications to hashem for ourselves and our loved ones.
Everyone in the room yearned for a kesher to the tzaddik to carry their tefillos to hashem.
The best way I can describe the village of Valednik is that it looked like life 100 years ago. People traveled by horse and buggy taxi, on foot or on bicycles. Thw streets were packed clay and gravel. Most of the shopping for necessities was conducted by trading potatoes or onions for clothing rice or other necessities. The holmes are built of log and mortar construction and sheet metal roofs. It is hard to believe that a place like this still exsists. There are small fires along the road so people can warm up and cook their food there are white geese, ducks, cows, and horses roaming the streets as well. There are even more primative homes built of twigs and straw. People walking in the streets carrying heavy loads on the backs. We are now out of the village completely and on our way to Anapoli to visit the Rebbi Reb Zusha of Anapoli. One of his chassidim once made the mistake of exclaiming at the table that he loved pepper Reb Zusha answered "You love pepper and I love the Reboneh She'll Olam" he was known to faint from fear of yiras hashem. It is another grey day in the Ukrain but our hearts and thoughts are filled with colorful visions of the upcomming holy day of Rosh hashana. Our driver is on the phone with a yid that needs his services to UMAN exclaiming oy vey baruch hashem I can't take you bit give the phone to a driver and with hashems help I will arrage a ride for you To be continued..............
Part 2 here UPDATE: See the first comment for several previous updates from the kever of the Baal Hatanya & other updates that preceeded this one.
(Picture courtesy of R. Lazer Brody)
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