On the feast of Purim, in the year 1971, the Lubavitcher Rebbe held a Chassidic gathering. Several thousand people were singing and clapping. Suddenly the Rebbe turned and looked at Meir Michel Abehsera straight in the eyes. He placed two fingers against his mouth and nodded in his direction, several times. He could not understand what the Rebbe meant. For every nod of the head, Abehsera responded with a shrug. His fingers still rested on his lower lip and he nodded once more, this time forcefully. The thought crossed Meir’s mind that the Rebbe might have commanded him to whistle, but he immediately dismissed it. Never would a man of his nobility ask for something so ludicrous!
Abehsera looked over his shoulders to be sure that there was not someone else the Rebbe was addressing, only to find that the people behind him were all looking at him. He turned to face the Rebbe again, thinking that if he did whistle, the Hasidim would throw him out of the place. He was not going to take risks. He was first going to mimic the whistling. He placed two fingers over my mouth and waited. The Rebbe’s face lit up.
This was it! He entered an unknown dimension as he blew his first whistle. The first blow was timid, but he quickly grew more self-assured and went at it as forcefully as he could. Others soon joined until there were hundreds whistling. The air caught fire with the resonance of the piercing sounds. His lower lip ached from blisters. But the Rebbe would not let him pause. He was taking the matter quite seriously.
He called for still more energy as Meir, in his abruptly unbound imagination, envisioned thick threatening black clouds shattering into dust. The crowd discomfited darkness with our collective breath. Minds were swept clean of all indoctrination. Every sweet seduction murmured from the other side was blown away by the stiff wind they had summoned. Fallacious arguments flew away like frightened bats as they toned the walls of our hearts to prepare for an all-out war — fairly fought, wind against wind — challenging those irrational emotions that pose as thought, but whose essence is only wind. They alienated every gaseous enemy and incurred no casualties; not even the singers hurt their throats as they sang background to our breath.
The final blast took off like the plaintive calls of a ram’s horn. Abehsera was thinking of this as a folly ordained rehearsal for redemption.
Meir Michel Abehsera became a legendary healer of heart, mind, and body. At any moment in time, world famous rock singers, legendary artists and designers would stop by the Abehsera home for consultations.
As the descendant of a family of famous Kabbalists and mystics, Abehsera’s home was often the stopping point for visiting Kabbalists and Rabbis. Jew, non-Jew, Chasid, or secular, all turned to him for advice.
At the request of the Rebbe, Abehsera wrote a book The Possible Man and it was published in limited quantities. Today, those original copies can sell for hundreds of dollars.
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