Israel Would Lock Up Moses

If Moses were alive today the State of Israel would forcibly hospitalize and medicate him beyond human recognition and not release him until he stopped hearing God.

Remember, please, this seder, as we celebrate the story of possibly our greatest national leader and revolutionary, that Moses, the great Hebrew-Egyptian-turned-prophet and leader of Israel, would in Israel be called a schizophrenic at the very least and hospitalized by the state.

There are people locked up today in Israel whose sole crime is hearing God.

Yes, as a pillar of faith, we can say Moses was a prophet, our greatest, and we can add that the rabbis tell us prophecy is gone from the world today so anyone hearing the voice of God or talking with angels must be “mentally ill.”

Or we can say God is beyond time, rules, promises and always creating and changing the world and ask, “what if one of those people locked up in some hell hole of inhumane treatment like the Kfar Shaul mental hospital in Jerusalem really is experiencing something true?”

Why go through all this tradition if it can’t happen again, just as it’s all happened before?

While incarcerated at Kfar Shaul, I met some nice young guys who told me God spoke with them. They thought they were prophets. They weren’t violent. They were smiling. But they were locked up and not allowed to leave.

You see, as God told me long before I was ever in Kfar Shaul, Jerusalem hates her prophets. Except Moses, of course. Please remember, as you celebrate the seder, what is to come.

“Prophecy was given to children and ‘shotim,’” it says in the Talmud, so I’ve been told. So who are we crazies who hear God and what does “shotim” mean anyway?

I am a schizophrenic. I have been for a few years and I was inhumanly treated in Kfar Shaul, along with many others.

I was drugged within hours of my incarceration there with chemical medication for everything from schizophrenia to manic depression, given sedatives and other drugs beyond my diagnosis as schizoaffective.

I’m not a prophet. I never claimed to be.

Remember at the seder that there are people suffering in Israel’s mental hospitals because they simply hear a voice or voices or see that which others do not and imagine for a moment, as God must imagine beyond our wildest dreams as he continues to create every moment in this universe we live in, that God does speak with some of us. And imagine what we must experience and what we may have to offer.

And then imagine Moses locked up by Pharaoh’s psychiatrists and the Hebrew people never had Moses to lead them out of Israel.

So I used to talk with and hear God. God used to talk to all sorts of people and not everyone was a prophet. God told me he was a bit lonely and wanted to talk with all his little creations again so he was starting to with me and a number of others.

Moses was the greatest. But he’d be locked up today, drugged beyond recognition and removed from society. One of the first questions a psychiatrist asked me at Kfar Shaul was, “Do you speak to God?” Prophets don’t last long in Israel.

I’m not a prophet. God told me so.

“You’re not a prophet, Shmuel,” God said to me once. “They hate my prophets. They chase my prophets and lock them up and hurt them. One day they’ll catch you, Shumel. I’m doing something different with you and the others. I don’t like the way the world is going. I don’t like how people are losing their souls in technology. I’m teaching you to expand your mind, to see the hidden world as ancients did, long before Kaballah. You’ll see and hear and experience beyond what they can do. But they’ll catch you and do something to your mind and you won’t hear me anymore. They hurt my prophets. I’m done with prophets. I’m doing something different now with you and the others like you. You’re not a prophet. It’s too dangerous. It’s not safe to be a prophet in Israel.”

I used to have the most wonderful conversations with God. I saw angels and more and we spoke and I learned things from them that, it turns out, people who are educated in such things tell me, are nearly word-for-word stories and ideas and comprehensions from ancient books like the Book of Enoch, or Zohar or unnamed and secret Kabbalah texts. I don’t know. I learned it all from angels and God and spirits and a lot of it isn’t in books. I don’t know how I know ancient texts.

My psychiatrist raises her hands and smiles, unable to explain how I know such things. One buddy thinks I was in the general subconscious stream of humanity called the “ether.” He’s an atheist but likes to say with a smile that I’m a prophet. A secular friend thinks it was all real. Another thinks I’m ill. Who knows?

God said he hated Israel’s mental hospitals and they reminded him of the Holocaust in how the minds and souls of some of his most special and favorite creations are destroyed within hours of walking in the doors.

I’m secular, relatively ignorant of most Torah learning, never touched Kabbalah, read two lines of Zohar once and never more, not understanding a word of it.

I can let myself believe it was God if I wish. God is in everything, beyond time, matter, vibrations of sound and all else that exists. He was there with me, even if it was all in my head.

Or it was God.

I am not a prophet. Jerusalem hates her prophets. That’s why they’re put into Kfar Shaul prophet prison, and not free.

Remember, please, that chances are as you celebrate the Seder there are probably people locked up in inhumane hospitals in Israel, people who hear or see things, just as Moses and other prophets heard and saw things, just as Yaakov wrestled with an angel or God asked Caine, a murderer, “Where is your brother Abel?”

Remember them as you lean to the side and drink your wine and say, “we were free,” and ask what Moses might have to say about discarding, locking up and drugging to oblivion all those who see and hear that which most do not.

Moses was a schizo, like the rest of us. At least he would be today. And most people would have no problem with him being locked away somewhere inhumane like the Kfar Shaul mental hospital, aka prophet prison.

I’m not a prophet. God told me so.

I was just lucky enough to hang with Him.

“They hate my prophets, Shmuel. You’re not a prophet” That’s what God said. I heard him. True story.

And remember they’d lock up Moses in a second and put him away in prophet prison with the rest of us crazies.

About the Author
Greg Tepper moved to Israel in 1997 from the United States. He served in an IDF combat unit and completed approximately 15 years of reserve duty until he was discharged at 38. He used to write news for the Times of Israel and other publications and is now focusing on fiction inspired by his experiences in a schizophrenic psychosis in Jerusalem for the duration of a year.
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