Part two, and the last hours. We continue straight on through Reb Nosson's own account, line by line. It begins with him being asked to move the Rebbe from the chair to the bed — his head and most of his body leaning on Reb Nosson, his feet barely touching the ground. • And as he lifts him onto the bed: לְאַט, לְאַט — in Yiddish, fawliye, fawliye. Slowly, slowly. And Reb Nosson lays him down slowly and gently, and wonders why he had to be warned about it at all • And the Rebbe tells him: אֲנִי כָּבֵד עַתָּה — I am heavy now. And Reb Nosson adds, in his own parenthesis: a person before his passing becomes heavy, because the chiyus is beginning to leave him • וּבְכָל זֶה רָמַז לִי שֶׁהוּא קָרוֹב מְאֹד לְהִסְתַּלְּקוּתוֹ. וַאֲנִי לֹא שָׁמַעְתִּי כָּל זֹאת כְּלָל אָז. In all of this he was hinting to me that he was very near his histalkus. And I did not hear any of it at the time • Lying on the bed, looking at him the whole time — and I merited to serve him then, alone, and to hand him everything he needed • Rebbi, take something to restore yourself. "What will you give me?" Tea. "With an egg yolk." And Reb Nosson cooking it — the water, the yolk, the sugar — giving him water first for netilas yadayim, and the Rebbe saying it is still too hot, because in those days he was careful not to drink anything hot that would stir the blood again. A few days before his histalkus the bleeding had stopped And then the end, and the praises Reb Nosson writes afterwards. • אַשְׁרֵי עֵינַיִם שֶׁלֹּא הִסְתַּכְּלוּ בָּעוֹלָם הַזֶּה — praised are the eyes that never looked at this world, כִּי כָּל הָעוֹלָם כֻּלּוֹ הָיָה אֶצְלוֹ כְּהֶרֶף עַיִן — because the whole world was to him like the blink of an eye. Praised are the ears that heard no sound of this world — and so with every limb and every sense • And where does that language come from? The Seven Beggars. Sippurei Maasiyos, maaseh 13. Look there well and understand. Nobody in the world ever said praises like that about any tzaddik — and if he knew how to say them, he was surely holding there himself • They carry him out of the house, and Reb Nosson takes hold of the corner of his garment as they go • And the bed they carried him on — I gave instruction that it be made from his chair. The high chair he had said Torah on that Rosh Hashana in Uman. They broke it apart, and made it into his bed • Thousands accompanying him, unbearable crowding — and those carrying the bed were lifted off the ground, flying in the air. And I too carried him a little • Buried b'shalom, Wednesday, the fifth day of Sukkos, in Uman — the city he chose in his lifetime, because there were many kedoshim there • כִּי שָׁם הַמָּקוֹם הַמּוּכָן לוֹ מִשֵּׁשֶׁת יְמֵי בְרֵאשִׁית — because that is the place prepared for him from the six days of creation, to labor there at the tikkun of the world, for the generations — for anyone who will come to him there and say the ten Kapitlach Tehillim, as he promised in his lifetime אַשְׁרֵי הַזּוֹכֶה לָזֶה. And that is where Reb Nosson ends it. Not with the passing. With the promise — and with the reminder that it was never a private tikkun. Every Yid who comes and says those ten kapitlach is bringing a tikkun ha'olam. U'Mashiach yavo bimheirah b'yameinu, amen. #RebbeNachman #RebNachman #Breslov #Breslev #RebNoson #RebNosson #Histalkus #Yahrtzeit #YemeiMoharnat #ChayeiMoharan #Uman #Tziyun #TikkunHaKlali #Sukkos #Sukkot #SippureiMaasiyos #SevenBeggars #ShivaBeggars #Tzaddik #Emuna #Emunah #EmunasTzaddikim #TikkunHaOlam #Moshiach #Geulah #JewishHistory #JewishSpirituality #TorahShiur #Shiur #Yiddishkeit #EilechVanaseh