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Status:  6 Jan 98: 60.929K  Transcription PASS 2, no Hebrew, OK;might correct a few words on a 3rd pass.  Interjections nottidied up and put away; so read in W.EXE, not ASCII.
Includes alternate versions of 'Shabbos Candles' and 'KarlinerMincha'


TRANSCRIPTIONS OF R. SHLOMO CARLEBACH TEACHINGS FROM:
THE BEST OF SHLOMO CARLEBACH, III:  "Stories of the 80s"
Copyright (Circle C, Circle P) Noam Productions Ltd. Jerusalem,02--514-410; all rights reserved.
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EDITORIAL NOTES:

N.B.:  The term 'copyright' [or, from me, the non-legal term`copy-right'] and 'all rights reserved' are used rather freely. I don't know what the status is of an (annotated) transcriptionof a commercially published tape.
	A few points:  
	A transcription is a 2-dimensional projection of the audiotape (and the audio tape was but a lesser-dimensional projectionof hearing R. Shlomo in person.).  
	R. Shlomo's studio recordings are technically clear (most ofhis shiur recordings have many points where the text is hard tohear); but much less colorful -- intellecutally, stylistically,emotionally -- than his recorded teachings to a live audience. 
	The `Best of' series of recordings are studio recordings,with R. Shlomo accompanying himself on guitar.  They have thenbeen overlaid with what I am tempted to term `synthetic shlockcocktail-lounge' music. 
	But despite that accompaniment, insofar as one can filter itout, even these recordings are far richer than any transcription.
	So distributing such transcriptions ought not significantlycut into sales of those casettes.    Except to folks like me, whobuy them just for the original teaching, not for -- indeed,despite -- the `value-added' by the recording studio. 
	Well -- conceptually, this whole question of 'copy-right',applied to oral teachings of a philosophic &/or theologicthinker, is subtler and more complex -- and so more in need ofanalysis -- than popularly supposed.
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SUMMARY OF CONTENTS:

The contents of the 'Best of' series are noted in =invstory

80's Stories:
SIDE A:
A1-80s)  THE MUNKATCHER PASSPORT:
MUMKATCHER REBBE (d. 1936) story of 1935 of R. Shlomo's uncle.

A2-80s)  MOISHELE GANEV II
Moshe the Goniff, a follower of the Ba'al Shem Tov.  After hebecame a ba'al tchuva he only stole from the rich.

A3-80s -- REBBITZIN OF LUBLIN 

Seer of Lublin:
They said to him, Seer of Lublin, you always make us trouble, weare used to it.  But now your Rebbitzin?  Look what she did, sheblessed this playboy.

B1-80s -- SHABBOS CANDLES

Avraham Avinu prayed to G-d for the first time.

Story of a concert R. Shlomo gave, and the story told by the wifeof a wealthy man there, who came from a 5th-generation dynasty ofatheists.
N.B.:  This story occurs in another version, input: =sh85a9d5


B2-80s -- KARLINER MINCHA
	A tale of the Baal Shem Tov, and the KARLINER
The Russian peasants come and start praying with the Karlinerhassdim:  
	CROSS-REFERENCE: Another version of the Karliner Mincha story occurs in =sh_rp3yg; as well as the version on Best--80s.


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START TRANSCRIPTION, PASS 2:
START SIDE A {000}:  The Munkatcher Passport
{Whistling}

{THE ORIGINAL STORY, Of Reb Levi Yitzak Berditchev, apparently asheard by R. Shlomo in Vienna, and as retold by him on this tape:}

	You know, everybody knows:
	REB LEVI YITZAK BERDITCHEV, the holy of holiest:
	One of his hassidim came to him and says, Rebbe, I have to goto Lublin, I need a passport -- I hate to go to the policebecause -- for a Jew, it's so good, if the police doesn't evenknow his name.  
	The holy Berditcher says:  No problem.  Walked into his room. Came out with a blank piece of paper, and he says to him, Here'syour passport.
	But know, my beautiful friends, you got to be a big hossid tocome to the border -- pull out a blank piece of paper.  
	When the officer saw that the blank piece of paper -- begansaluting him -- and he says, `I never met a great person likeyou.  Let me have the privilege of giving you a carriage with 8horses, to facilitate your going to Lublin.'  Nebuch, this poorYIddele had never seen a carriage in his whole life.
	Anyway, he was treated like the Czar of Russia.  He cameback, he lived forever.

	I heard the story in Vienna.  A yid says to me, you know, I'mthe only one who knows the story; let me give it over to you.  	                                                   
{The story of the Munkatcher Passport, retold by R. Shlomo , astold to R. Shlomo in Vienna by the nephew of a Munkatcher hassidto whom the story happened}

[This is the story of the man from Vienna, as told to R. Shlomo,and as retold by him on this tape:]

	1935.  My uncle, a MUNKATCHER hassid, with long beard andpayis, he had to go to Germany.  He had a passport -- but thatkind of passport doesn't guarantee he's coming back.  
	He walked into the MUNKATCHER REBBE.  And he says, Rebbe,give me a Munkatcher passport.  The Rebbe says to him, what makesyou think I can give you such a passport.  He says, Rebbe, Iknow, I'm begging you, I'm crying before you, I have a wife and 7children, please -- save my life, Rebbe.
	The Munkatcher Rebbe went to his room, came out three hourslater.  
	And you know friends, to give a passport from Berditchev toLublin, is one thing.  1935 -- Munkatch to Germany? [R. Shlomoleaves that phrase on an interrogative not, as if to indicate --it would have been all but impossible] 

	{Singing:}  The Rebbe came out.  His eyes were red withtears.  He gave him a blank piece of paper.  But the paper wassoaking wet.  Tears of 2000 years' exile.

	My uncle [ie, the uncle of the man from Vienna who told R.Shlomo the story] came to the border.  The Nazi says, Where'syour passport.  Uncle pulled out a blank piece of paper.  TheNazi began saluting him.  He says, I don't think Germany ever hadthe honor of a great person like you visiting us.  Let me havethe privilege of giving you a letter to the police all overGermany, to protect you.
	My uncle was a week in Germany.  The Nazis drove him aroundall over.  Paid for his hotel.
	[He] came back.  

	And you know, my beautiful friends:        
	The Munkatcher Rebbe told him:  swear to me, as long as Ilive, you will never tell anybody about that passport.

	My uncle came back; didn't tell anybody;.
	The holy Munkatcher passed away in 1936.  Before he passedaway he says, I see a darkness coming up on the world.  I don'twant to be there.                     

{The uncle's remarks, as recalled by his nephew, as told to R.Shlomo, as retold by R. Shlomo on this tape}
           
	1939.  A few days before the 2nd World War.  My uncle got sosick; and he knew, his hours are numbered.  He called his family. I was 7 years old; I was also called.
	This is what he says:

	{Singing:}  I want you to know, I have a Munkatcher passport. Told her [sic, her] the whole story.  And this is what he said:

	`This is my last will.  That you bury me' (we should all livelong) `that you bury me with the Munkatcher passport in my hand. Put the holiest Rebbe -- his passport in my hand.  Because if theRebbe's passport opened gates in this world, who knows how manygates it will open for me in the world to come. '

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[N.B.:  I take it that the interjection, 'we should all livelong' is in R. Shlomo's voice, not attributed to the uncle;and I have so punctuated it; but I'm not sure.
And this like the 'four mothers' / 'foremothers' homonymicambiguity; I assume R. Shlomo meant `four mothers', inspeaking of the wives of the Patriarchs; and I so spell it;but I'm not sure.]
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{R. Shlomo's commentary on the story of the Munkatcher passport}

	You know my beautiful friends:
	You think the only borders [are] between nations -- there areborders between us and G_d; borders between one human being andthe other; so many borders between husband and wife; betweenparents and children. 

	You know why there's no peace in the world -- because theworld needs a Munkatcher passport.  

	I want you to know:
	The Torah is so holy:  we celebrate Shavuos, we celebrate YomKippur.  But you know what I need:  I need a passport.  So onSimchas Torah, I take out the Torah, I'm not reading it -- justblank.  On Simchas Torah G_d give me -- a Munkatcher passport.

	Have you ever danced Simchas Torah -- have you ever noticedpeople who dance -- there's no borders between them, no bordersbetween them and their children, no borders between rich andpoor.
	You know when people get married -- the beginning of theceremony is -- the groom puts a veil over the eyes of hisbeautiful bride.   You know what he's giving her -- a Munkatcherpassport.                            

	You know what the holy bride is doing -- she walks around thegroom seven times --- you don't see anything.  It's a Munkatcherpassport.                                            
	It's a Munkatcher passport.
{R. Shlomo humming a niggun}. {uncommon}
{R. Shlomo humming a 2nd niggun.}

	You know:  
	Children, when they're born, they keep their eyes closed. You know what they're giving their parents -- a Munkatcherpassport.
	Friends, I bless you and me:  All the husbands, all the wives, all the children, all the fathers, all the mothers -- allthe nations: {400} A Munkatcher passport.         

	But you know where they're giving out those passports:  theheadquarters -- in Yerushelayim --
	Have you ever stood by the holy Wall, did you ever pray --what do you take with you -- between you and G_D -- a Munkatcherpassport.  
	And you know friends, the Gemora, the first page -- it's noteven there.  It begins -- with page 2.   Where's the first page - it's a Munkatcher passport.   You cannot learn Torah until G_dgives you -- the passport.  
{R. Shlomo humming a niggun.}
{END TEACHING.}
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{Commentary by the Typist, from the Peanut Gallery:}

(1)
	Remember how, in Reb Nachman's stories, one goes from oneenchanted realm into another, and then another.   
(1a)	And some say:  realms after realms of light.  (St.Teressa of Avilar, as referred to by PVK; Cf. =z96*).
(2)  Cf. Diatoma's speech, in Plato's Symposium:  it goes through7 levels of descent before it gets to Sokrates, whose words Platopurports to record.  (And nobody ever asked:  if Sokrates cameback and met Plato, what would say -- or do.)
(3) I saw a print of Picasso's 'Woman with a Hat'.  Picassopainted about 3 frames around his picture of the woman; butpopular reproductions, in Art Books that I'd seen, crop out a fewof the frames.  But they were not redundant, they were levels ofironic whimsy.

So I've put in all those sub-headings to point out that R.Shlomo's stories, even on the shlocked-up studio recordings thatcomprise the 'Best of' series, are much more complex, evensophisticated, that one might suppose from popular presentation.
	And there is a need for popular presentation (as-it-is-said,"it's cute & sweet, but -- " it's not quite Yiddishkeit (says I). But there is also a need for authentic archiving; and thatconcern is what's behind my unkempt presentation.
	Ok, back to work.

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A2-80s)  MOISHELE GANEV II
Moshe the Goniff, a follower of the Ba'al Shem Tov.  After hebecame a ba'al tchuva he only stole from the rich.

	So here's we're back.  Yaron [Gerchovsky, listed as handlingKeyboard and Synthesizers] and me, and Simcha and Betzelem.
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{Comment:  So I stand corrected.  The use of the keyboard, atleast, and probably the synthesizers, was not somethingtacked onto an unplugged studio recording, but was part ofthe original design of the recording.  -sa}
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	I want to tell you some good stories. 

	You know what it is:  Everybody needs, one time in his life,to be touched.
	When you see people, who are a little bit maybe not so good,you know what their problem is -- nothing has touched their heartyet.  ?They're just? ??waiting, waiting, waiting?? 

	So this is:  Moishele Ganif:  

	In Mezribush, by the holy BAAL SHEM TOV -- he had theholiest, loftiest, most glorious students.  But also one of them-- one of his followers, his hossid -- was Moishele Gonif.   Asimple thief -- his profession was stealing -- but after hebecame a follower of the holy Baal Shem, he changed his wholeways -- he didn't steal from the poor anymore; only from therich.   But whenever he was just nearly caught, the police was onhis tail, he would run into the holy Baal Shem Tov, he would runto the synagogue and look for his holy master.  He would say,heilige Rebbe, the police is looking for me.  Please, make themforget.
	The holy Baal Shem Tov put his holy hands on Moishele Ganif'shead -- he would walk out happy, and the police would never lookfor him again.  
	Time goes by, and Moishele Ganif lives the happy life of athief.  Whenever he's nearly caught, he runs to the holy BaalShem, the Baal Shem Tov blesses him -- and he's not even carefulany more, when it comes to stealing, because he knows, the BaalShem Tov always -- will get me out.  

	So now everybody knows, that the holy Baal Shem Tov passedaway on Shavuos.  
	You know what Moishele's dream was -- because, even betweenyou and me, how rich are the rich people in Mezribush, right -- Iknow how poor the poor are; they have nothing -- but the rich --how much can you steal -- 10 rubles, 5 rubles.  But Moishele hadan unbelieveable dream.  One time in his life, he really wants tosteal something solid, some big stuff.

	So a few days before Shavuos, Moishele was told, the mostunbelieveable news, that a relative of the Czar is carrying withhim 30,000 rubles from a certain city, to St. Petersburg.  30,000rubles in those days was a fortune.
	Ok, Moishele organized everything, he knew exactly the dayhe's coming, he knew already exactly the room he will stay atnight; he got himself ladders, he organized all the thievesshould be there.  
	Somehow he climbed through the window, got the 30,000 rubles,and -- when they got down, they were so happy, all the thieveswere dancing.   They were not afraid, [of] the police, 'cause theBaal Shem Tov will ----                    

	Ok, didn't take long, the whole city knew Moishele the Ganifstole 30,000 rubles -- and the relative of the Czar, he really --he says, this time I'm not going to let it pass.  I want thethief to give me back the 30,000 rubles.

	Moishele was not afraid.  It was two days after Shavuos.  Hewalks into Beis Medresh and says, I need the Baal Shem Tov badly,the police is on my tail.       

	He looks at their faces, they were all so sad.  He said, whathappened?
	{Singing:}  Don't you know, don't you know, the holy BaalShem Tov's not in this world any more.                     

	There's a darkness in the world.  Oy gevalt, did he feel it. It was so clear to him, gvalt, what a friend I had, what a Rebbe. Because Moishele knew, you're not permitted to steal -- and yet,the holy Baal Shem Tov had so much patience with him
	He says:  Isn't there anybody else, like the Baal Shem --didn't he leave any sucessor?
	And one of his holy students, who was very holy, but maybe inrelationship to people he was too strict, -- someone says, yes,here in the corner is Reb -- the heilige Toldos Yakov Yosef --
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[N.B.:  That would be:  R. Yakov Yosef of Polonye, theToledot Yaakov Yosef; c. 1710--1784.]
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	But everybody knows, he was very strict. 
	He runs up to him, and he says, holy Master, please, I wantyou to know, I'm a follower of the holy Baal Shem, and whenever Isteal , the Baal Shem Tov blesses me, the police shouldn't findme, or should forget about it -- I stole 30,000 rubles, pleasebless me fast.
	He says:  "WHAT?  Are you crazy or something.  I { I isemphasized} should bless somebody who steals? -- GET out of herebefore I throw you out with my own hands.           

	But you know -- he was holy, but he was not the Baal ShemTov.

	He [Moishele Ganif] didn't know where to go; he was afraid. He ran to the cemetary, found the new grave of the holy BaalShem, {Chanting} and he threw himself on the grave.  And he begancrying, and he said:  Heilige Baal Shem Tov, holy master, do youknow that everybody wants to be a Rebbe, Master, of good people. Everybody wants to be a teacher of holy people.  But you -- youwere so G_d--like, you were so holy, you were also the Rebbe ofthieves.  But I'm asking you, how could you leave this world --how could you forget about us-- your hasidim, your thieves. 

	He was crying so much.  He fell asleep.  And in his dream, hesaw the holy Baal Shem.  The Baal Shem Tov says, Moishele, wantyou to know, your prayers shook heaven.  Because it's so true. {Singing}:  Gvalt it is so true, gvalt is it so true.  Everybodywants to deal with good people, but who wants to be a Rebbe ofthieves.  Who has a heart for people who are maybe not so good.  
	But let me tell you, he says, don't ever think -- that in thelast moment in my life, I thought of you, Moishele Ganif, and Iappointed my holy grandson, the heilige Reb(?) Ephraim ofSadikov, he should be the Rebbe of all the thieves of the world. But now Moishele -- I tell you.  ( You know from Mezribush toSadikov is just  a few kilometer. )
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[N.B.:  I put that in parentheses because I think it wouldmore nearly be a remark by R. Shlomo, than a part of thedream.  (But on PASS 2, I think not. )
    Of course, when one is 'bringing down' a story, it maysometimes not be entirely clear, what one received and whatone added.
	As I recall, R. Shlomo did not speak of givingteachings, much less of making up stories nor of composingsongs; but of "bringing down".
	And that is part of the reason why an authentic teacherdoes not like to be interrupted; it breaks the flow. ]
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  He says, when you wake up, run fast to my grandon, and you knowwhat you do.  Baal Shem Tov says, here, Moishele, listen to me: Every Friday night, I teach my grandson, the way they're learningthe portion of the week in Paradise.  Just him and I know that. Let me teach you the way we're learning the portion of the weekin Paradise.  Then he will know that only I could have sent you.
 
	Moishele woke up.  He ran to Reb Efraim, and he says, Rebbe,I have to talk to you private.  He went to a room, and beganreciting the tora from Paradise.  Reb Efraim blessed him; thepolice forgot that Moishele stole it.                    

	But this is not the end of the story.
	You know after Moishele heard the Torah from Paradise, hecouldn't be a thief any more.  In fact he became so holy,  soexalted, that the heilige Reb Efraim appointed him, to be hissuccessor.  And you know friends, we don't know his name, becausehassidim didn't want to tell, that this big Rebbe began hiscareer as one of the thieves of the heilige Baal Shem Tov.
{Niggun}:
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A3-80s -- REBBITZIN OF LUBLIN 

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	This was the time of the Seer of Lublin, the heilige Rebbe,the Rebbe of all the Rebbes, the master of all the masters, theholy Seer of Lublin.
	There was a time in his life when he was still very poor.
	And one Friday night, one Friday afternoon, [sic.; presumably`night' was a mis-speak, but the intonation is not that of a misspeak] his wife just had enough money to buy wine for kiddish,two challas, and a little bit fish.  
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{Comment:  Surely she would bake the challot.}
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But she needed two more pennies, to buy two candles, for the holyshabbos.    

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{Comment:  That I can believe; or maybe the candles cost muchmore than two pennies.  It's not simple to make candles; andas for pressing olive oil -- and then being able to afford toburn the pressed olive oil -- because if you have more oliveoil than your family needs to eat, and even to cook with, youmust be very rich, that you can just burn it -- and as forfinding some other kind of oil -- well, I don't know where toturn for that.
	You see, insofar as a story isn't true in every detail,to that extent it's just a past-time, not a teaching.
	That was my reaction to Tolstoy's 13 Tales; but that'sanother story.}

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She was waiting for a miracle.
	But you know, sometimes you have to wait a long time for amiracle.                     
	In the meantime it's getting later, later, later.   Just afew minutes before the holy Shabbos.                  

	She ran out on the street, she stood on the streetcornerpraying, crying, Master of the world, how can there be Shabboswith my holy husband, without holy lights of Shabbos. 

	In Lublin, was a very rich man, very wealthy, actually aplaybody, like a playboy's supposed to be.  And he didn't reallycare so much for Shabbos, and he was just driving, with 8 horses,
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{Comment: 8 horses?  Maybe 1 or two.  We ain't climbingPike's Peak with the year's gold supply for baggage.}
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like a rich man. ]

	But I want you to know friends:  Maybe on the outside he wasa playboy, but inside -- he was so holy, so good.
	He passes by the streetcorner, and there he sees thisbeautiful lady crying.
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{Comment:  You know, it would be fun to retell R. Shlomo'sstories, or even make them into little movies, havingresearched the period in question, so we wouldn't have astagecoach running down a town street.
    R. Shlomo encouraged all his hevre to re-tell hisstories, but he was concerned that they get them right.
    As noted, for a long time he was quite concerned that hisstories not be over-editted; that delayed publication of hisstories for many years.  --sa}
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	He stopped the horses, and he says to her, my dearest lady,is there anything I can do for you.  She says  obviously you're arich man, so -- but what I want you know, {singing}: all I needis two pennies, to buy 2 candles, for the holy Shabbos.

	"Two pennies -- here they are."                       
	She looked at him for a long time, 
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{Comment.  Yes.  In the USA, that would be forward andhazardous; in the USA, religious women are not afraid toserve as teachers, even through the medium of a chanceencounter, and by means of an ostensibly casual remark.}

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and she said, You'll never know how much you gave me.  But Ibless you, I bless you with the light of Shabbos, I bless youwith the light of Paradise, it should shine into your heart, fromnow on and forever. 

	He jumped back on the horses
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{Comment:  He jumped back in the carriage that all thosehorses were pulling.}

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and drove away.  The holy Rebbitzen bought two candles, and thehouse was full with great light. 

	The Seer of Lublin goes to the synagogue to pray.  And youknow, when we pray, I don't know how far we are going; but theSeer of Lublin, when he prayed, his soul went up to heaven.  Andthere he saw, the heavenly Court was in commotion.  And they saidto him, Seer of Lublin, you always make us trouble, we areaccustomed to it.  But now your Rebbitzen, your holy wife -- sheblessed this playboy, an absolutely obnoxius human being, withthe light of Shabbos.  Just look down where he's going.
	He was sitting in [sic; but better, in the carriage] thehorses, whipping them, he had some appointment with one of hisyoung ladies, and he was late.  Look where he's going.   

	The holy Seer of Lublin said:  You know why he's going there-- because he never tasted the light of Paradise; he never tastedthe light of Shabbos.
	He said to the heavenly Court, I make a deal with you.  Letthe light of Shabbos shine into his heart for just one half hour,and let's see what he will do.

	At that moment heaven opened all the gates before thisplayboy, and suddenly he felt, life is so holy, time is soprecious, the world is so deep, the world is so beautiful.  Helooked at himself and he says:  Master of the World, what am Idoing with my time.  What am I doing with my life.  And herealized, there's only one place to go.  He turned the horsesaround, went to the same street-corner where he saw therebbitzen, he says I'm going to spend Shabbos where my twocandles are burning.
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{Well, as far as I know it is said, it is taught one shouldbuy one's own candles.  For I once gave some to someone, andhe all but insisted on paying me. }
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	Want you to know, my beautiful friends:  and again, I don'tknow his name, but he became one of the greatest, holiest, mostglorious  pupils of the Seer of Lublin.     And the light of hisParadise is still shining.  Let it be you and me, and to thewhole world.
{Niggun; with a variation that I do not recall hearing before.}
{END RECORDING}
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SIDE B:  Shabbos candles
	N.B.:  This story occurs in another version, input: =sh85a9d5
This is probably a later version.  It's blander, of course --maybe someone had a hand in editting a sript for R. Shlomo, Iwouldn't know --  but there are a few touches here that augmentthe 9 Av 1985 version.
 
You know, Avrom Avinu -- our holy granfather Avrom Avinu -- heprayed to G_d for the first time. 

You know:  thank G_d, you and I, we praying all our lives, but --	Did you ever taste -- the first time:
	Ok, here the story:
	I gave a concert in a city.  In the first row, I saw abeautiufl couple, husband and wife, sitting, and they were soserious, I could see they're drinking in every melody, everyword, every story.  
	After the concert I managed to ask them to drive me back tothe hotel.  
	We arrive in the hotel, and I said to them, who are you --there's something so special about you.
	So he says to her, you have to tell him, it's your story.
	So this is what she said:

{whistling; niggun}

	She says to me:  have you ever prayed for the first time -- 
	She says to me, I want you to know, I'm coming from a family,5 generations they've never set foot in a synagogue.  Same goesfor my husband.
	For me, it's not that I didn't believe in G_D -- I BELIEVEDthere is no G_d.
	You know, some people tell you, an atheist, if you put aknife in his back, he'll start praying.  Not for me.  For me, G_ddid not exist.  The same for my husband.  
	We met in high school, we got married; I was 18, he was 19.  
	And here my beautiful children, open your hearts:  what she'stelling me:

{singing}:  
	I had 8 miscarriages.  When I was 28, I was at the end -- Iwas at the end.  I tried one more time -- and the greatestmiracle -- I'm already in my 9th month -- I was so careful -- Ibarely left the house.
	One morning I woke up.  Just didn't feel so good.  I went tothe doctor.  
	You know friends, sometimes doctors are very cruel.  Thedoctor says to me, I told you the whole time, you won't make it. You just don't have the make for children. You're losing  yourbaby in two hours.  
	I walked out, it was clear to me, that I have to commitsuicide; I cannot live like this any more.    The only thing Icouldn't decide:  should I jump off the bridge, or go home andwrite my husband a letter, and then turn on the gas.   I decided,this [is] what I'm going to do.

	Took a cab, went home.

	You know friends, anything which doesn't interest you,doesn't register.  She says, do you know, I'm coming out from thecab, when I look at the street for the last time, I didn't know,that opposite my house, there is a little synagogue.  Suddenlyhad this flash -- nobody can help me any more -- maybe there isone G_D.  {Singing}: Maybe maybe, there is Somebody, who doeslisten to prayers.                            

	Until today, don't know what happened to me.  I walked overto the other side.  Miraculously, the synagogue was open. 
	And how did I know -- I dunno  -- I walked down to the holyArk, I opened the holy Ark, {singing} and I prayed to G_d for thefirst time.
	_________?Do you know?  how awesome this is.  The first time-- standing before G_D --  
	{Singing}:  I said, Master of the world, master of the world,I'm begging before YOU, I'm crying before YOU, let me have achild.  
	But I wanted to do something for G_d also.  The only thing Iknew is that Jewish women kindle lights Friday night.
	{Singing}:  I said, Master of the World, I swear to YOU, thatI will kindle lights Friday night.
	Want you to know:  *Suddenly my heart wasn't heavy(?) [or:?ill?] any more.  I knew that G_d had heard my prayers.  
	I walked out from the synagogue, went to my house.  Most ofmy friends were not religious, but there's one woman whom I knew-- I called her up immediately, and I said please, it's aquestion of life and death, I need you.  It was Thursdayafternoon, and I was planning really to bentsch licht tomorrow,but I didn't know how to do it.  
	She was a very beautiful lady; she came right over; I toldher my story.  I says please show me, how to kindle lights.   
	She says to me, you know this is not so simple.  You cannotkindle lights Friday night and serve shrimps.  *I says [sic,says]:  I'll do anything in the world, just -- I want to have mybaby.
	They - have to remember -- were very wealthy people.  Shesays to me, within two hours, I had a new kitchen, new stove, newdishes, new everything.  
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{Comment:  Hope you sold the old ones, and gave the money tothe poor.  Hot water would have done. 
	Nowadays, we make our clothes our scapegoat.}
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But then she says to me -- I hate to burden you, but -- how canyou bentch licht and keep Shabbos if your husband -- is in hisbusiness.  *So I said -- I'm divorcing my husband, I'm keepingshabbos.        

	Went to the phone, and I called up my husband.  And we havetwo huge department stores.  Said to my husband, do you know thatShabbos begins tomorrow, 5:20.  If you're not here by 5 o'clock,if the store is not closed by 5:00, I'll divorce you.
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{Comment:  Hope he paid the workers for the full day.}
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And I can understand my husband.  {R. Shlomo, evoking the womanas she was telling her story, gives a small laugh.}  Oh he says,sure, you just tell me when you want me to close my business, andI'll be there.  He was sure I lost my mind.          

	She says, I want you to know:  I have two beautiful children,and I have one, number 3, on the way.  

	A few months later I passed by the city again, I had tochange planes.  I missed this couple so much.  Gvalt, do theyknow about G_d, gvalt do they know there is one G_d in heaven.  
	I called them and she says -- Ah, my husband's already on hisway -- he's picking you up.  As I mentioned, they live in apalace.  I came to their house, and their house was alreadyfilled with people.   She had called all the people whoremembered me.
	I walk in and she says to her husband, Please, let me showShlomo. She takes me to another room, another room -- anotherwing, another wing, another wing -- finally we come to anotherwing of their house.  She turns on the light.  The table is set. It was only Tuesday night.  The table was set, and there arealready candles in the menorah [sic, menorah] for the nextshabbos.
	She says, do you know, right after my husband makes havdalah-- put on candles for next shabbos.    Where would I be, withoutthe candles of shabbos.  

	But this is not the end of story.
	*You know, everything real(?) and holy [or: we do holy]  hasa chain reaction.

	I was in Miami, and I wanted to tell a good story.  Andsuddenly this story came to my mind.  I told the story.
	A few weeks later I get a letter, and they tell me mazeltov,it's a girl.  And she says to me, I want you to know, when youtold the story, it was exactly my story.  My husband and I don'tbelieve in G_D -- We are members of a *Temple, but -- justsocially.  It was my fifth miscarriage.  A few days after I heardthe story, I didn't feel so good, I went to the doctor -- he toldme -- you're losing the baby.  But thank you for the story.   AndI'm so grateful to G_D, my husband was there, when I [sic; but'you'; ie, R. Shlomo] told the story  

	My husband and I, we went to the synagogue.  Both of us felldown before the holy Ark.  
	And we said, Master of the World, we swear to YOU, we'll keepshabbos -- {in a very soft voice}: give us our baby.  
	Mazaltov. ?It's a girl.?
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OK:  Here's the version of 'Shabbos candles' that I transcribedon =sh85a9d5:  Which means:  1985, 9 Av, Collection DH, #5.
D.H. is R. David Herzberg, Old City, Jerusalem.
=sh84a9d5  --  R. Shlomo Carlebach / 9 Av 85/ Moshav/ G1=DH 
Tesha b'Av, probably 1985, maybe 1984.  Moshav.

{ANOTHER STORY:  THE BAAL TCHUVA STAND IN A PLACE WHERE EVEN THERIGHTEOUS CANNOT REACH}

SIDE B {1012}
	Did I tell you the story with this woman -- can't rememberthe name of the city --  and after that Miamai, I told you thestory?  No.  If the story came to my head, I asked myself, pleasehave to tell the story.   Cause I'm not worse than anybody  else{13}

	You know when people at the concert ask me to sing this songor that song, I says I have to listen to the person who nevermissed one concert with me, it's humble me, y'know. {FNb}

So:   Anyway.  It's an unbelieveable story, it's mamash gvalt.

I don't know  _____ -- just came to my head _______ .

	I'm coming to a city and in that city and I see that -- firstrow -- there's like a couple, man and woman, and they're so muchwith it.  Oy.  They are mamash with it.  They're mamash --something very holy about them. 

	After that, the end of a party somewhere, to make it veryshort, I manouvered around that this couple drove me back to thehotel.  So they drove me back to the hotel, I'm just aboutgetting out from the car, I said to them, y'know there issomething very special about you, tell me your story. 
	So she says to him, you tell the story.   He says, you tellthe story, it's your story.
	This is the story.

	She says, I want you know, that I'm coming from a family,five generations we haven't set foot in a synagogue.  She says tome, if someone was telling you that an atheist is secretlypraying to G_d, he's lying. {14}                    
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[Wrong.  Says I.]
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I was a true atheist, you could have cut my throat 2 milliontimes, it would have never occured to me to pray.  Not, I didn'tbelieve in G_d; for me, G_d did not exist. 
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[Wrong again; for you Oedipus did not exist.]
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And she says, the same goes for my husband.  Like we were, highschool sweethearts, he was 19, I'm 18, we got married.
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[See, that proves it; to get married to someone you love whenyou realize you love them, is to believe in G_d.]  
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	Ok.  She says, I had 8 miscarriages.  One after the other,has-v-shalom.	?Never helped -- any one?  
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[And then to go on, to do everything in your power to try tohave children, regardless of how hard it is -- mamash, isthat to belive in G_d.   Compared to that, words thoughtsbooks and light-switches don't ammount to all that much.] 
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Says, I was mamash at the end, I just didn't have one ounce ofstrength any more.  Not one ounce of self-confidence.

	The greatest miracle happens, I am pregnant for the 9th time,but this time I'm already 28, b'ruch '' everything goes good. I'm just about 2 or 3 weeks before the birth.  
	One morning I wake up, and I just  -- I don't feel bad, butjust -- not so good.  And they're very wealthy people.  {14c}
And she decides, I'll go to the doctor for a checkup.
	I'm going to the doctor -- you know some doctors are butchers{15}. Absolutely no feeling for a human being.  The doctor says,I told you the whole time, you won't make it, why didn't youlisten. {16}.  He says, ______ you're losing the baby today.

	She says, when he told this to me, it was clear to me thatI'm committing suicide today.  I don't want to live any more.{17}

	The only thing I didn't know:  Should I commit suicide rightnow, after the doctor, or should I go home first and write aletter to my husband.  I decided, I gotta tell my husband.  Writehim a letter at least. {18}

	She says, you know something, anything which doesn't interestyou,  doesn't register.  Do you know that on the other side of myhouse was a big synagogue, and I never noticed it.  G_d didn'texist for me.  
	Here I'm just going into my house, and I realize, that thisis the last time I'm standing on my street.  And you know, I'mlooking around at the street, I see the synagogue's on the otherside.  Suddenly I had a flash.  There's nobody who can help me. Nobody in the world.  And maybe there really is one G_d.  Maybethere is one G_d.
	And she says, until this very day, I don't know -- twomiracles happened.  First of all, friends, this synagogue isalways closed during the day.  The synagogue was open. {19}
	Second thing, she says, I was never in a synagogue; how did Iknow to walk up to the holy Ark and open it. {20}
She says, mamash, I -- right now I look back and I realize,mamash, angels carry me.  I walked into the synagogue, I openedthe holy Ark -- you know again, I wish I could tell it to you sheway the told me, with so much pride --  {21}

	She says to me, you see Shlomo, she says, I have somethingwhich you don't have.  She says, I had the privilege, to talk toG_d for the first time.  Gvalt.  She says, you'll never know whatthat means.  The first time.  She says, mamash, I opened the holyArk, and I was mamash standing before G_d. {22}  
	I knew it.  

	And I wanted -- I knew -- I started crying, said please G_d,let me have this baby, please I'm begging you G_d.
	But I wanted to -- promise G_d something.  {23}  And I --don't know anything about Yiddishkeit.  

	The only thing I knew, that we had a distant cousin, who toldme once, that Jewish women kindle lights Friday night.

	So I say G_d, I swear to you, I'll kindle lights Fridaynight. {24}
	And she says, at that moment I knew in my heart that G_d hadheard my prayers.  I closed the holy Ark, and I was mamash filledwith joy, I knew that I'm mamash not losing the babe, I'll haveit.  
	But I wanted to show G_d that it's for real.  I remember wehad some distant, not such close friends, religious people, veryreligious people. She says, I went home, called up that woman,and I told her, it's an emergency, I have to talk to her.  I toldher the whole story, that I just promised G_D -- I just promisedG_D that I'll kindle lights Friday night, can you please comeover here immediately and tell me how to do it, I have no ideawhat to do.
	This woman had the privilege -- listen to this, she wasmamash a poor woman -- she says to me, what are you going toserve your husband after you bentsch licht.  She say, you know,if you're for real, you cannot bentsch licht and then yourhusband comes home and you serve him ham.  If you want to makeShabbos, has to be Shabbos.
	And you know what else she told me -- which I had no idea of-- she told me that Jewish people close the store on Shabbos.  Ididn't know anything.  They're -- very big millionaires.  
	Would you believe it that within a half hour, she had calledup those big department stores, changed the kitchen, a new stove,new washing machine, new dishes, new everything.
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[Yup.]
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And -- ordered kosher food to the house.  Unbelieveable.  She wasmamash for real. 
	She says, I went to the phone and called up my husband, and Isaid, I'm telling you one thing, you have to close your store onShabbos otherwise I have to divorce you -- and you know, nebuch,her husband thought she lost her mind.  He says, baby, I'mclosing it tonight forever.  He realized that she is crazy,right, mamash.  She _____ .
	But anyway, to make it very short.  
	She says to me, I want you to know, bruch '', she says, wehave already two and a half.  Another baby and a half.  Two and ahalf -- gvalt.            

	A few months later,  I had to change planes in that city. And I had to be at the airport for 4 hours.  I call up thiscouple, and from them -- "from the airport to the house 20minutes".   I says, y'know, I have to change planes, I'd love somuch to see you.  Just? says please, jump in the cab, and comethis minute to us.
	I got there, and they had already called all the neighbors,all the other yidden, the house was already full, and she grabbedme, and she says, don't talk to anyone, I have to show yousomething.  And they have a big palace, mamash.  One dining room,another bathroom, another bedroom -- I stopped counting.  Oneafter the other.  
	Finally she takes me to another wing.  And this was Tuesdaynight.  And I see the table is already is already set for nextshabbos.  And there are already mamash candles and the --candelarbra.  She says to me, I want you to know, one secondafter havdalah, I'm already setting the table for next week, andputting  in the candles.  She says, where would I be withoutshabbos.
	Gvalt.

	Now listen to this.  This is unbelieveable.
	At one time, I gave a concert in Miami Beach, in this hugeReform shul.  And I don't know why, you know, suddenly I had thisflash, I should tell this story.
	Do you know, that two months later I got a letter, from acouple, who was there at the concert -- until this very day Idon't know where they are -- because obviously, they wanted meknow, not 100 per cent, just signed their first names, not theaddress, right. {FNaf}

Says here Mazeltov, it's a daughter.  She says, I want you toknow, I heard your story, it was my story, I had 5 miscarriages. 
A few weeks after I heard your story -- same thing, I woke up onemorning, I didn't feel so good, I go to the doctor, and he says,you're losing the baby today.  But she says, Thank G_d I knewfrom you what I have to do. I called up my husband, who has alsoas few department stores in Miami, all over Florida, called up myhusband, I says you rememeber the story we heard --  let's go tothe synagogue right now and swear to G_d we'll keep Shabbos.
	She says, my husband and I, we went to the synagogue, weopened the holy Ark, and both of us swore to G_d we'll keepShabbos.   And she says, that's what it is, Mazeltov.

	Ok friends, if anybody here ever remembers that story, tellit; you never know who has to hear it.   You never know.

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KARLINER MINCHA:

KARLINER MINCHA STORY, FROM BEST OF, VOLUME III, 80s
Tapes copyright, circle-P, circle-C, Noam Productions Ltd.Jerusalem.
[I have previously transcribed this, to supplement anotherversion, transcribed from =sh_rp3yg; I copy both transcriptionsfrom that file:

{START THIS STORY, BEST OF, 80s, SIDE B,}
Side B starts with story, Shabbos Candles.
Story ends with niggun.
Start Karliner Niggun, introducing story of Karliner Mincha.
{500} = 11 minutes:40 seconds from start of tape:          
R. Shlomo interrupts his singing to say:  This is a Karlinerniggun.                                 
I thought I'd transribed it, but don't find 'Karliner' in=sh_samut + =sh_samu2 + =sh_samu3
SO:  ADD TO =sh_samu4 as {sa77}
{sa77}
Karliner Niggun:
From Best of SC, Volume III, 80s; Tape 2, Side B. 
Tape copyright, circle-C, circle-P, Noam Productions Ltd.Jerusalem                                                   
3/4, Stately  

In some cases, I use (x) to indicate a grace-note, as in bar 1hear.
The niggun begins on the last beat of an unstated measure; I putthat note in squiggles at the end of the line preceeding bar 1,but repeat it, for clarity, at the start of bar 1.

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                                                            {B^}
 B^  /  (d^)D^ D^ D^(d^) / (e^)E^ E^ E^  / d^&(c) B^ C / D^2 B^ [bis]
                                                         D^3  
        (f) F  C  D^     / (e^)E^ D^ C(c)/ B^     D^ F / B^3  

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{PASS 2, PROOF}
    {511}
	Now again, Neshoma-le and Dari, and all of you beautifulchidren, all of you beautiful people:

You know:
	All the big Rebbes, all the great holy masters, the greatluminaries, everybody had their own way of serving G_d, everybodyhad their own way of serving humanity.
	Karlin -- gvalt, what a dynasty, what holiness.
	In Karlin, they put their whole energy into praying with alltheir heart, with all their souls [sic, souls].  They're yelling. 	At one point, the heilige Rebbe Reb ?Moshe? asked his father,Reb Aharon:  If someone yells, when he prays, like if someonewould stand with a knife over him, is that enough yelling.  Hesays, yes, it's good enough for the beginning, but after that ---so much more.

	So you see, my beautiful friends:
	That in Karlin, like a lot of big Rebbes, the afternoonprayer is offered very late.  

	So one late afternoon the Rebbe comes in in order to pray theafternoon prayer; but he says, No no no, we're not praying here,we have to go to a certain place.  Harness the horses and you andI -- (I hope you can see it together with me, and I togeher withyou -- we're together with our children) 

	Tthe hassidim harness the horses -- they all jump on theRebbe's carriage -- it's getting darker, darker, darker -- yeah,but also more light, more light, more light -- the moon looksdifferent, the star [sic, star] looks different, the whole worldis beautiful -- they're driving -- but it's really late -- thehasidim say, Rebbe, it's time for afternoon prayer -- He says: Not yet, not yet.

	They're driving, over mountains, over valleys, through littlevillages.  One of them say[s], Rebbe, it's midnight.  Rebbe says,OK, the next village we'll stop.  We'll stop at the outskirts ofthe city.  There's a little Kretchmer, a little Inn -- we'll stopthe horses.
	And an old man, maybe 80, maybe 90, maybe 120, comes out, andhe says, Friends, what can I do for you.  And the Rebbe says,Please, give us permission to offer the afternoon prayer at yourInn.
	Was summertime, windows were open.  And I don't have to tellyou:  -- in a little village -- at night -- it's quiet --

	And here the hassidim began yelling on top of their lungs --and all the sweet little peasants {600} are woken up from theirdreamland, and they hear yelling, they were sure it's a fire,because in Russia, G_d forbid, 150 years ago, a fire destroys thecity.  Everybody got up from their beds, in their pyjamas [!],and took water.  They ran over to the Inn.                   

	When they came to the Inn, they realized -- Yeah, there was afire, but not a fire which destroys, but a fire -- a fire whichcan rebuild your heart, your soul -- a fire which lasts forever.
	But you know, my beautiful friends, the Ishbitzer says:  Whenyou study, and the person next to you doesn't know what you'restudying, nothing happens to him -- or to her.  But when you praywith all your heart, even the person next to you who doesn't knowanything, has to pray with you.  
	So all the peasants began yelling on [sic, on] the top oftheir youngs,  they began crying and begging from the deepestdepths of their heart, like never before.  It was like after theMessiah's come -- does not the prophet say,` MY house is thehouse of prayer for all nations'.
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[OK, today I make mention of my most carefully selected sin.
At the High Holidays, especially Yom Kippur, at the OldSynagogue in Rhodos, I took it upon myself to keep out thegoyim.   Very occasionally I would let a few special folksstand outside the open door/open windows, on the portico.]
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	Want you to sing with me:
	One day, one day, the whole world will be in Yerushelayim: We and the peasants, the peasants and the world, the world andG_d, we'll all pray together.   

{Singing, hazzanut style:  Hebrew:  worth getting the tape justfor that. }

	All pray together.  At the end of the prayers, they weredancing together.  They were just one -- one heart, one soul. The peasants ran home to bring apples and grapes, and fruits forthe holy Rebbe.
	It was late.   The Rebbe says, it's time to go.  He blessedthe peasants.  They all sat on the wagon.  
	And one second before they took off, the holy Karliner saysto the Innkeeper, So, Nu  -- what are you waiting for, tell mealready.
	He says, Rebbe, today is my birthday.  It's my 107thbirthday.  I want you to know, 100 years ago, the holy Baal ShemTov was here.  {700} I remember it like today.  Was midnight, theBaal Shem Tov came, and he says, I'm offering the afternoonprayer.  They yelled on top of their lungs, and all the peasantscame.  And they prayed with them, they danced with them; and thenthey blessed each other.  The holy Baal Shem Tov was about toleave.  He called me over, he put his holy hand [sic, hand] on mylittle head.  And he says, my dear little young may, may ?taie?{Not, as I thought in =sh_rp3g above, 'toira' -- Yiddish forsweet?} kind [Yiddish, kind, child] , my suisse [Yiddish, sweet]kind, remember:  exactly 100 years from now, it'll be like today. A holy master will come with his followers.  And they will crylike never before, and all the peasants will join them, they willpray and they will dance together.  Please tell them, I was herebefore.
{Whistling}
	You know my beautiful -- parents, fathers and mothers -- doyou know that your parents left a message:  Tell your children,we were here before.  Every Friday night, I could hear my fathertelling me:  I want you to know, my father, my mother, were herebefore.  When you stand by the holy Wall, you can hear theirvoices, Abraham, Issac, Jacob, the four mothers [or:'foremothers'] telling you, we were here before.
	Want to bless your children, my children:  Please only go toplaces where the Baal Shem Tov was there before; our holy fathersand mothers, and all of Israel were before.   And when you go toa new place -- spiritually, mentally, divine-ly -- I want you toleave a message, for your children:  tell them, we were herebefore.  You and I, you and I.  Someday all the peasants of theworld, you and I will dance together.  Let it be soon, let it besoon.  {800} I want to be there with my children, and you withyours.  Let us see the day when the world will be one.
{Whistling}
{END  {815}; about 21 minutes from start of tape. 
{END PASS 2}
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APPENENDIX:
This is the version of Karliner MIncha from =sh_rp3yg

STORY:  KARLINer MINCHA
[N.B.:  R. Shlomo also tells this story  in the 'Best of ShlomoCarlebach -- series, in the 80s tapes (Jerusalem Star).

	So this is my story for you, brothers and sisters.  For you,for me, for all of us.
	Everybody knows that in KARLIN the afternoon prayer wasoffered very late.  But even lateness has limits.
	One very late afternoon -- this was about 150 years ago inRussia, in Karlin -- the holy Karliner told his followers --harness the horses, today the afternoon prayer will be offeredfar away from here.  	They said, Rebbe, it's so late.  It's solate, it's so late.
	And you know, friends, only somoene who loves you is waitingfor you when it's late.  It's so late, it's so late.
	Karliner says, I know it's late, it's very late --  let's geton the wagon.  
	They all jumped on the wagon.  And you can just visualize it. All those hasidim hanging onto the wagon -- and I'm sure 10 timesmore passengers than the carriage could really hold.
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{That was always the way, when R. Shlomo took a car fromModi'in to another appearance; all the hevre who could piledinto the back.
I've told, in connection with =sh_onjoy, a teaching atAnother Place Farm in New Hampshire, how a hippy with ahippiemobile offered R. Shlomo a ride to the airport, thiswas at the end of a snowstorm with the roads very icy, and Itried to get R. Shlomo to turn down the hippy and take a ridewith the Schaefers, who had a good car, with snow tires; buthe said, no, I have to go with him.  --sa}
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	And it's late, it's late, it's so late.  The night is gettingdarker and darker.  It's maybe even too late for the eveningprayer.            
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{Another story that I've recounted elsewhere.  On erevShabbat, R. Shlomo davened Mincha quite late.  So one time,at Modi'in, he tells of a Yekke, who is asked to join thelate minyan for mincha, and says, I davened Mincha yesterday.--sa}
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	But suddenly the holy Karliner says -- this is where it is.
	The end of a little village, there's a little Kretchmer, alittle Inn. 
	The hasidim knock on the door.  An old man, maybe 100, maybe200, and maybe eternal, opens the door and he says, What can I dofor you, friends.                             
	And they said:  Tell them we are Karliner hassidim, and theholy Master wants to offer the afternoon prayer here.
	"Ah, thank you so much for coming to my little Inn, it's mygreatest  joy."
	And you know my beautiful friends, the peasants in Russiathey go to bed very early.  They go to sleep together with theirsheep, wiht their dogs, with their horses. 
	And everybody knows in Karlin you pray with all your heart,with all your soul, with all your strength.  Holy Reb MosheKarliner once asked his father:  If you yell when you pray likesomeone was standing with a knife over you -- is it yelling loudenough for prayer.  And he said:  Yes, it's good enough for thebeginning.  But after that -- ?there's? so much more.

	But can you imagine -- the hasidim obviously were aware, this is a very special place.  This afternoon prayer -- has toreach heaven.
{1200}
	Was a summer night -- the windows were open -- the hassidimprayed like never before -- their yelling, their crying, woke upthe peasants.   And those little peasants thought, if there'ssomeone yelling in the middle of the night, it's a fire.  And youknow in Russia in those days how dangerous a fire was.

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{Well, I was at New Buffalo in spring 1968, when the bales ofstraw blocking up the unfinished wall of the Adobe caughtfire.  Just a little fire, but you can't catch a straw fire. It jumped to the wood roof, and by the time the fire trucksarrived from Taos, 10 miles away plus a mile on the ArroyoHondo dirt road, the house had burned up, with everything init.
	With some encouragement from some of the Indians at Taospueblo, we decided to rebuild the house on the samefoundations.  But that's another story. -- sa}
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They all came running, with little buckets of water.  But whenthey arrived in the inn they realized, yes, there is a fire, buta different fire.  It's not a fire which consumes, it's a firewhich rebuilds the world.  It's not a fire which separates, it'sa fire of prayer.

	You and I know, the holy ISHBITZER says, on Sinai, G_d gaveus HIS teaching, we learned it, but the whole world didn't learnit.

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[R. Shlomo makes this point in one of the published tapes ofhis songs; =sh_hz105

3)  HUA ELOKINU         P100   

YOU spoke to us once on Mt. Sinai but the whole world did nothear YOU. So we are asking YOU , ALMIGHTLY, {Hebrew} speak tous just once more let us hear YOUR VOICE just once more, butthis time ______\ let the whole world see it, let the wholeworld hear it, and we promise YOU, YOUR VOICE will _____ wepromise YOU that the whole world will know that YOU arethere, that you are our  G_d .  So therefore {Resume song} 

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	The holy Ishbitzer says:  When you really pray, even a personwho does not understand your language, standing next to you, isalso praying. 
	Some day the whole world will pray together. 

	So the peasants, when they arrived at the Inn, and they heardthe Hassidim pouring out their hearts before the ONE, before theonly One -- they all started yelling also.  Can you hear theirvoices -- it  was so holy -- it was like after the Messiah hadcome.
	After their prayers, the peasants ran home to bring applesand grapes.  To show their love to the Rebbe.  They all atetogether, and they drank a little bit together, they blessed eachother.  And maybe if there's still a little love in the world --it's from that afternoon prayer.

	The holy Karliner got back on the carriage.  And before heleft, he calls over the old man.  He says, Friend, so, Nu, tellme already. 

	So this is what the old man says:
	Rebbe I'm 107 years old.  I want you [to know] today, exactly 100 years ago, the holy Baal Shem Tov was here, the holy Master.
I was 7 years old.  It was my grandfather's inn.

	It was like today, the hassidim came very late, and theyprayed with all their hearts, with all their souls.  They prayedfor Israel, they prayed for the world.  They prayed for theliving, they prayed for the dead.        
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{Well, Little Joe Gomez once said to me:  Dead don't need ourprayers.  --sa}
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They prayed for heaven and earth.
	And the peasants came running.  And their voices reachedheaven, like never before.  Then they ate together something, andblessed each other.
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{Well, that does seem to be the usual procedure in Genesis. -sa}}
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	And the Baal Shem Tov got back on the carriage.  Called meover.  Put his holy hand on my head, and this was what he said:  	My {Yiddish:  tai-ye?} yiddlele, my sweet little boy,remember, exactly 100 years from now, the same thing will happen. A Rebbe will come, a holy master, and he will offer the afternoonprayer.  And all the peasants will come, they'll wake up.  Theywill pray together.  Please tell them, we were here before.  Wewere here before.

	So this is my wish, my prayer, for your children,  mychildren. 
	Let us all get together, the whole world, wherever you are. Whoever you are.  Let's yell together, pray together, pour outour hearts together.  {1300} Just remember, all the good peopleof the world were here bere before us.  They prayed for us, theyprayed with us.

	Let the day be soon, when the whole world will get together 
in Yerushelayim the holy city.  For this is what the prophetsays: {Singing:}  For my house is a house of prayer for allnations. 
{Hazzanut cadenza, with Hebrew text.}

{Singing:  Niggun:  Familiar:  Shomer, shomer, Yisrael.

	You know children, when they yell at night, you know whatthey're telling you:  Don't you remember -- don't you rememberhow you were yelling, when you when you were a little girl, orwhen you were a little boy.  Don't you know you were here beforeme.   
	
{Resumes singing}

	One minute a day, pour out your heart -- connect yourself tothe whole world, connect yourself to your children, to the oneG_d, to the living G_d. 

END RECORDING {1371}:  About 43 minutes. 
END TAPE:  {1472)
END PASS 2.
END PASS 3, PROOFREAD

[Ie, recording stopped at about 41 minutes.]

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THIS ARE NOTES ON VERSIONS OF 'KARLINER MINCHA', copied from=sh_rp3yg:

{COMMENT:  There are a few lines in this version that ought to beincorporated into a consolidated edit.
Note that R. Shlomo's stories always have a point, a context;that gets lost, at least on an explicit level, when they areexcerpted from their surrounding teaching. }

N.B.:  A quick search shows a story, Reb Shlomo of Karlin, inHBG/I(5)d (Holy Beggars' Gazette, Vol. I, #5); 1 page. 
A tale also occurs at =sh73av15, which is apparently identical to=chuppah1.txt; I think the former was just my rename of thelatter.  It is HLP 5733, titled T'u b'Av Wedding Torah from theRebbe.
I find many references to Reb Shlomo Karliner, and to otherRebbes of Karlin; many of those references are subsequent to theexcerpts I collected 10/94 in =reba1094 + =rebb1094 (==\rebbes94)
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