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1. Brother Nathanael July 10, 2026 @ 10:54 pm

   How I Escaped Judaism

   I was raised in the synagogue by two Jewish parents.

   Steeped in Judaism, Hebrew School, Shabbos School and Services.

   A very religious kid, I wanted to be a rabbi.

   Then it happened.

   I was 13, prepping for my Bar Mitzvah, when my grandmother was suddenly hospitalized.

   As I was about to enter the elevator to visit her, my rabbi steps out.

   You see, my rabbi had briefed us on every religion under the sun, but avoided Christianity.

   His aim was to show the superiority of Judaism, so I said to him:

   “If Judaism is superior, why not learn about Jesus Christ, to show our ultimate superiority?”

   He started spitting, right on the hospital floor.

   I was shocked!

   Spitting on a clean hospital floor? What kind of answer is this to an intelligent question?

   So I tried again.

   He spits again and says, “Don’t you ever say that name unless you use the curse word we have for him!

   (Which translated is, “may his name be blotted out!”)

   My curiosity was catalyzed.

   So I tried to discuss this with my dad.

   Same thing, but this time:

   “You were born a Jew you will die a Jew. Give up this ‘Jeshu’ thing!”

   One more try.

   This time, with a Hebrew scholar from my synagogue, Mr Schultz.

   I was sure I would get a reasonable answer from him about Jesus.

   All I got was some “Buh-bee MY-sihs,” that is an old wives tale that Jesus’ mother was a hairdresser, and his father a goy.

   What kind of answer this, what kind of answer is spitting, what kind of answer is who I will be when I die?

   Seven years later I start my escape from Judaism.

   My Yidishee mama set me up with the Chabad rebbes to learn Kabballah.

   She was hoping that the mystical face of Judaism would mesmerize me into being a solid practicer of Judaism.

   Just the opposite.

   The Kabbalah rabbis said that a “descent into darkness” would “release” my “trapped” Jewish divine sparks.

   Now I was raised “kosher”—to know the difference between “clean and unclean”—and all of this seemed unclean.

   I would not practice this, to learn about it, yes, but to engage in it no.

   My final release.

   In discussing with the Chabad rebbies the “coming of Moshiach,” they pointed to a picture of Menachem Schneerson over the dining room table.

   I was told that he was “Moshiach” would declare himself as such soon.

   I asked, “Where was in born?”

   “In nee-kuh-LAH-yeff Ukraine” they said.

   I said “no, he’s to be beth lech hem.”

   The rabbi sitting across from me, at least over 300 pounds, started smashing his fists on the table heading towards me, unleashing his inner goblin.

   Now.

   Bubbe meisehs, spitting, who I will be when I die, and a murderous rabbi ready to do me in, it dawned on me.

   The contorted mores of Jewish occult spirituality touted with insecure, avoidant-superiority, were actually much more fragile than I ever could have imagined.

   The rabbinic tapestry of evil-unraveled, provided for me, fuel, for my final escape.

2. Rav Mortichai July 11, 2026 @ 2:06 am

   Thank you for the presentation. Salvation is for all, not just a select few.