"AND KNOW..."

 

I was reading a Hebrew book on Halacha today and came upon the phrase ודע ("and know"). And I couldn't help thinking, "How fortunate we are!" When this phrase appears in any other book except for "Likutei Moharan", what follows is just information, however important or even vital it might be. But when Rabbeinu uses this phrase, we can be sure that he is now going to convey a revelation straight from the Olam HaAtzilus.

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  1. HildaNovember 28, 2022 at 9:08 AM

    We are really lucky, if only because we really meet this phrase. Thank you

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