Dear Friends at "Nachalei Arzeinu",

I would like to thank you for your prayers on behalf of my family. My husband and I have been married for 9 years, and did not have children. Now, after you have been davening (praying) for me for 40 consecutive days, a week later I conceived.

Thank You Gracious God, and thank you all!

Na'ama - Gush Katif 		To all the wonderful people of the holy organization "Nachalei Arzeinu" ,

I would like to tell you about the Divine Providence that you caused. Two months ago, I turned to you and asked you to pray for my son, who became sick with cancer, Heaven forbid, and the doctors gave us no hope. I asked you to pray for him for 40 consecutive days, and a week after you finished, we went to the hospital for the regular checkup. The doctor told us: "I simply can't see the tumor! It's gone!!! Gone!!!"
I really want to thank you from the depths of my heart.

A.P.
Ashkelon
"Nachalei Arzeinu" covers the cost of renting bullet-proofed buses that take people every night to daven at Rochel's Tombe and the Cave of Machpelah. The budget for these activities comes from donations given by the general public. All donors are entitled to send names of relatives, to be mentioned during the prayers at these Holy Sites. In addition, the group recites ten chapters of Tehillim, handed down from Rabbi Nachman of Breslov, zecher tzaddik livracha, for the merit of the nightly donors. These chapters, called the Tikkun HaKlali, have been known for generations to offer great protection and to bring salvation to whoever recites them. In addition, each donor receives a gift of the Sefer Tikkun HaKlali, as an amulet for protection at home and on the road. Following are a few true stories told by our donors, regarding the protection and salvation offered by the Tikkun HaKlali.
Yossi Assulin is one of our regular passengers. On one of the trips, Yossi was busy distributing the Tikkun HaKlali, as is his custom, to the soldiers standing guard at the site of Rachel's Tomb, explaining to them the merit of saying these chapters and even just keeping a copy of them on their person, as protection against all danger. All the soldiers readily took these books, except for one who stubbornly refused Yossi's entreaties. The next night, when Yossi arrived with the bus, all the soldiers who knew him rushed over to him, trembling, and told him the following story: On that very day, there had been shooting in the vicinity of the Tomb. A few soldiers were lightly wounded, but the soldier who had refused to take the Tikkun HaKlali had been killed. The soldiers were visibly upset and disturbed, and although most of them are far removed from the legacy of Rabbi Nachman, they were all convinced that their escape from death had been because of the Tikkun HaKlali. One of the soldiers said: "I'm going to sew the Tikkun into my vest pocket with steel wire."
  
Rachel Klein is one of our helpers at "Nachalei Artzeinu". A few days after the horrible blast at the Sbarro restaurant, a young girl called Mrs. Klein and told her that recently she had donated to the Society. She said that she wanted to meet her urgently. In the evening of that same day, the girl visited Mrs. Klein at home, holding a fancy bouquet of flowers in her hands. "What did I do to merit such a gift?" Mrs. Klein wondered aloud. The girl was very excited and found it hard to speak fluently. "Until a week ago, I worked as a cashier at the "Sbarro" restaurant. When you came to our house collecting for you organization you gave me the "Tikkun HaKlali" as a gift. The next day, on my way to work, I put the Tikkun HaKlali in the pocket of my apron, and took it out once or twice at work to say a few chapters, although I'm actually not religious myself. When the bomb went off, I was standing behind the cash register, with the apron holding the Tikkun HaKlali tied around my waist [an apron which was to act as an armored vest]. The terrorist exploded maybe 6 feet away from me; the cash register shattered into fragments, and I was flung into the air from the blast. I got up and saw only death, destruction and ruins around me. I began touching myself all over, and was astonished to discover that I was safe and sound. Needless to say, I was the only survivor amongst all those who were standing near me. I left the demolished restaurant, with the Tikkun HaKlali in my trembling fingers, mouthing words of thanksgiving to G-d."
The girl donated another handsome amount of money for charity, and asked us to publicize her story.
One of the students of the Yeshiva tells the following story: "On the eve of the second Yom Tov of Pesach, I was passing through HaNevi'im Street in Jerusalem, which is close to my home, distributing the Tikkun HaKlali to the passersby. I reached a group of border guard soldiers who were patrolling the street, and offered them the Tikkun HaKlali, explaining to them that whoever reads from it and keeps it on his person, will be saved from peril. The soldiers were well aware of the dangers facing them within the framework of their job, and all of them took one, except for one soldier who refused. "I have a Tehillim at home," he said. "I don't need another one." He continues the story: "I went back home; a few hours later, an enormous blast reverberated through the air. I rushed outside and ran to the site of the bombing. I was among the first to arrive there. I noticed a mortally wounded person, whose body was completely disfigured by the blast, lying on the ground, with the few "Hatzala" people who were already there, desperately trying to resuscitate him. One of the border guard soldiers, who remembered me from the booklets, grabbed my arm forcefully and half said and half screamed, with panic in his voice: "See that one? He was 3 feet away from the terrorist when he exploded. Do you know who he is? That's the one who didn't take the segula from you."
  
Mrs. D. Sinuani, a Haifa resident, tells her story: "I have a son who is a soldier, serving his army duty in the occupied territories. Naturally, I worry about him very much. When I was asked to donate to "Nachalei Artzeinu," I readily agreed, since "Charity protects from death," and I received a copy of the Tikkun HaKlali and was told about its unique protective powers. On Monday, Iyar 3, 5762 (April 15, 2002), I escorted my son to the bus; he was on his way back to the army after a short leave. Before he boarded the bus, I put the Tikkun HaKlali in his pocket, telling him that this small book protects from all danger. When my son got on the bus, he saw his friend Daniel and sat next to him. A few minutes later, a terrorist dressed up as a soldier got on the bus and sat down 4 rows behind my son. He exploded, and Daniel-his friend-and another 6 passengers were killed. Many were wounded; my son, except for a few pieces of shrapnel in his leg, escaped without any harm."
This story was heard from Rabbi Nathan Adler shlit"a, one of our activists: "A woman phoned me and told me tearfully that I had saved her life. "Indeed? But I don't know you at all!" I replied. The woman reminded me how I met her a few weeks before, when she donated a large sum for charity. At the time, I gave her the Tikkun HaKlali and explained to her its virtues and special properties. She related the following tale: "On Friday, Rosh Chodesh Iyar (April 12th) in the early afternoon, having already finished all my preparations for Shabbos, I realized that I'd forgotten to bake cakes. Although I have a few bakeries nearby, for some reason I decided to buy the cakes at the "Chava" bakeries at the Machneh Yehuda Market. As I arrived at the bakery, a young girl was standing in front of me. She seemed to me somewhat strange, but before I had time to figure out what was strange about her, she suddenly exploded in front of my eyes. Instinctively, I cried out "Shema Yisrael," knowing with full certainty that I had no chance of surviving the inferno. A few seconds later, I found myself standing alone in a slaughterhouse, with everyone around me either killed or mortally wounded. I extricated myself from this scene of mass murder, noticing how people were looking at me disbelievingly, when they saw me coming out in one piece, without any assistance. I felt myself all over and found that indeed I was unharmed. My clothes got torn from the blast, but my shirt pocket with the Tikkun HaKlali inside remained intact.

A story from the "Kol Bo" on The custom of saying "V'Hu Rachum" (And He the Merciful)
On Mondays & Thursdays, and the merit of reciting the possuk (verse):

"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overcome you;
when you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned;
neither shall the flame kindle upon you."
(Isaiah 43)

On Mondays and Thursdays, after the Shemonah Esrei (the silent prayer), Jewish communities have the custom of adding some extra prayers, beseeching the Heavens for mercy and divine grace, since these days in particular are days of mercy, and as the verse says, "Seek Merciful G-d when He is Present." They add this prayer "And He the Merciful One" because of a certain incident which happened to a ship that was carrying Jews who were escaping from the Roman exile. They were shipwrecked on an island where the local tribal leader was an anti-semite. He said to them: I am going to test you to see if you are really Jews. I am going to test you the same way that Chananya, Mishael and Azarya were tested, in a burning furnace. I will allow you to choose which one of you will be thrown into the fire. They replied: Can we have 30 days to choose. He agreed, and they began fasting and praying to Hashem for advice. At the end of the thirty days, one old man, who was very G-d fearing, although unlearned, came to the Rabbis of the community and told them: I had a dream last night in which I saw a verse written down. I don't know which verse it was, but it had the word "ki" in it twice, and the word "lo" written three times. Said one of the Rabbis: This is a sign from Heaven that you are the one to be thrown into the fire, and you will not be harmed. The verse that you saw in your dream was: "When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overcome you; when you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon you." (Isaiah 43). Certainly you can enter the fire and you will be saved, since you were shown this sign from Heaven."
On the appointed day, the natives built a huge fire and the old man who had dreamed the dream walked into the middle of it. The fire split into three parts, and three Tzaddikim entered it, facing the old man. They all three offered up praise to G-d, saying [the verse from the prayer]: "And He the Merciful". The first one said the verse until the words "Please Merciful and Gracious King", the second said the words until "there is no-one like You", and the third finished the rest of the verses. All of these verses begin and end with the word "rachum" (merciful). And the Sages have determined that these verses should be said on Mondays and Thursdays, which are days of judgment. (Kol Bo).