There is Nothing that Can’t Be Accomplished by R’ Yeshayale Ben R’ Moshe!!

THIS LAST SHABBAT WAS THE HILULAH OF THE TZADDIK AND MIRACLE WORKER REBBE YESHAYA BEN RABBI MOSHE OF KERESTIR.  HERE IS A COLLECTION OF STORIES AND LESSONS FROM MOREINU HARAV ELIEZER BERLAND SHLIT”A ABOUT THE GREATNESS OF REBBE YESHAYALE AND THE MIRACLES WHICH HE PERFORMS:

THE SALVATIONS WORKED AT HIS GRAVE:

So if Rebbi Yeshayale ben R’ Moshe had been alive, there wouldn’t have been a Holocaust!  For all his life, he was not seen holding a book – not Rambam, not Gemara, not Likutey Halachot.  Once a big rabbi asked, “Why are travelling to him, this man?”  He said, “Every question which you ask him, he knows, every kushya (difficult question) in Shas.”  He would only hold a book when no one would see, only late at night when everyone went to sleep.

He would just feed people; day and night, he would feed people.  Always filled pots, and once, many people arrived and there were no pots.  Then he said that however many [pots] they would take out, there would always be cholent and fish.  However many they would take out…they would only see open miracles.  So this was Rebbe Yeshayale ben Rabbi Moshe, that it’s possible to work everything there!  Whatever a person wants – children, healing, cancer!  There is nothing that can’t be accomplished there!!

THE GREATNESS OF REBBE YESHAYALE IN HIS LIFETIME

In his lifetime, Rebbe Yeshayale wasn’t seen learning; he just gave out food to people.  Anyone who came would be forced to eat.  Once, someone with digestive problems came.  He couldn’t get down from the carriage.  There was a carriage and horses -- yes, there still wasn’t the Mercedes.  We’re talking about still thirty years before the World War – 5670 [1910].  Then he [Rebbe Yeshayale] said that there was going to be a World War.  So let’s say that this story was in 5650 [1890].  A person with digestive problems comes and can’t get down from the carriage.  Then Rebbe Yeshayale approached and said, “You must get down from the carriage.”  He brought him cholent from Shabbat.  This apparently was already Sunday, but cholent such as this, that [one] immediately dies.  Whoever would eat such cholent could bless over revival of the dead afterwards…  He said, “How can I?  I have digestive problems?!”  He said, “I’m telling you to eat – eat!”  Immediately, he was healed.  He ate the cholent and was healed.  He began to walk alone, because otherwise, he needed to be brought down.  Rebbe Yeshayale himself brought him down from the carriage.  From the carriage, he brought him down.

REBBE YESHAYALE BRINGS HEALING TO A DYING CHILD FROM A DISTANCE

Now, we are going to read the story of a grandmother whose grandson was terminally ill.  There was a children’s epidemic in Kerestir.  All of this is a story in 5650 apparently, thirty years before he passed away.  So all night, she only cried.  The grandson already didn’t speak, was already paralyzed, and she continued to pray.  Then, in the morning, when the sun was already shining by the window, she was dozing off.  She sees in a dream Rebbe Yeshayale of Kerestir -- a simple woman who lives in Kerestir.  So she dreams that Rebbe Yeshayale came to her in a dream, and he says to her, “I’m sending you the greatest professor in the world” – in the dream.

She was in Kerestir, a village where all the houses are half in the ground, all the houses from 2,000 years ago – the poorest village that can be, and there’s barely water to draw from the wells.  And suddenly, she sees Rebbe Yeshayale of Kerestir; she sees him.  And she is sitting near his head, on the sickbed of her grandson.  And she dreams that there is someone and he speaks to her, “Listen to me.  I’m sending you the greatest professor in the world.  I’m sending to you.”  She doesn’t understand.  She wakes up.  The lamps are already lit, the roosters are already saying “cock-a-doodle-doo.”  The … shrieks, screams from the stable; it wants to be given food.  The dog barks twice.  And she turns her head right and left – who is this man?  Who is this?  There was someone who screamed at her, “I’m sending you the greatest professor.”  She looks for who this was.  She looks.  [“The only movement that can be seen was the flicker of the flame of the small oil lamp on the top of the mast of] one of the ships in the river.”   [The grandmother closed the window quietly and whispered:] “This was an angel [of God.”  She lifted up her arms above, and tossed her head back, he eyes piercing the ceiling – “God,] please make my dream come true…”

Suddenly, Mr. Friedman arrives.  Apparently, this is her husband.

He says, “How is the child?”

She says, “He’s already going to die.”

“Is he still breathing?”

She says, “Yes. I had a dream that Rebbe Yeshayale of Kerestir is sending me the greatest professor in the world.”

He says, “Ok.  Apparently, you’re already hallucinating; because of the grief over the grandson, you’re already hallucinating.  What professor?  We’re here in some isolated village.  What do we have to do with professors?  If only we would have here some normal doctor in this village.”

The bells of the churches were ringing.  She goes to draw water at eight in the morning.  She sees a majestic carriage; it parks next to the well, totally covered in gold, two white horses, and the coachman gives water to the white horses.  She glances inside and sees an elegantly dressed man, a tie that’s almost entirely gold, and he has a James Bond style briefcase, only that of ministers, of kings.  And a majestic carriage, and even the coachman, even the driver of the carriage is dressed with shiny gold buttons, gold embroidery, gold stripes.  And white horses; in her life, she never saw such horses.  Only a king has such horses, royal horses, white horses.  And everyone is standing around the carriage, and they see someone sitting there on an upholstered seat.  This is a royal carriage, it’s more upholstered than a Mercedes.  And everyone is looking at the passenger, at the one inside, at the professor.  “[The professor] didn’t have golden buttons, and he was bald,”] like all the professors – totally bald.  And a very expensive leather briefcase, certainly worth some hundred, two hundred dollars; this is like a doctor’s briefcase.  Then she understood that this was a professor, a doctor, and then she screamed to him, “I have a sick child here, a sick grandson.  Perhaps you can pop in to see him for a second, only a second, a second!”  Just as she is saying this to him, he jumps from the carriage, and runs with all his strength, running briskly.  The house was opposite, and he was wrapped in golden clothes, a famous professor, unique in his generation.  And she wants to get down on her knees, but a gentile…gentile women bow down to professors, kiss their feet.  But she is a Jew; she can’t.  It’s enough to bow down on Yom Kippur.  “Professor, professor, run to my grandson.  He’s here opposite.”  And just as she is saying these words, he’s here opposite.  He immediately jumps from the carriage, runs to the baby, gives him a small bottle – “Drink a little.  Every hour a drop, five drops every hour, day and night, five days.”  And he already opens his eyes, the baby is already recovering.  She says, “I want to give you.”  She opens up the wallet, takes out a few Euros, a few crowns, a few krones.  This is Hungary – a few krones.  He says, “I’m not taking a penny.”  Why not?  He says to her, “I had a dream at night, I dreamed at night that a woman would come and tell me, ‘Come and heal my grandson,’ and I need to heal the grandson immediately and to not take anything from her.”  He says, “I had a dream, a command from Heaven, and from Heaven, they will pay me back, and I’m not taking a penny.”  So also the professor had a dream.  So all of these are the miracles that are in Kerestir.

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