A well-respected public health friend contacted me {a former member of the Knesset} and told me that her father in law had a disease that spread through his body in a cruel way, that he was suffering a lot and the medicines and treatments were not helping and this situation was affecting the whole family. After the medical treatments and follow-up, I told her I am ready to help but know that after the purification I will do for himr, he might give his soul to the Creator. She immediately agreed and said that what he was suffering was already a slow and tiring death, especially for him. I asked her to bring the patient to the Zion of Rabbi Mordechai Sharabi Zatzok'l, in Har Hamenuchot in Jerusalem. She immediately called her husband and arranged with him to take his sick father to Zion the Tzadik the next morning. The next morning, the patient was sitting inside the Zion with his son and daughter-in-law, the patient's wife also arrived, but when I started with the tikkun (correction) prayer, she ran away in a panic towards the car parked outside. Even before she ran away, just by looking at her poor eyes, I realized that she had a thick shell or kelipa (dark spiritual husk) that could not tolerate holy things. I thought about the patient's wife and concentrated on purifying the patient with the light of the Holy Zohar, and with his help, may his name be blessed, and with the help of my tzaddik who was present there in his spirit, during the prayer that lasted about half an hour and forty minutes, I noticed that the patient had extremely toenails and fingernails. At the end of the prayer, I turned to my friend and told her that what I did here was not enough and that they should take him home to where they would cut his nails- <hands and feet>, put them in foil and that she would bring them to me along with a candle so that I could continue purifying the shells or kelipot that were holding him. After she did so, we agreed to meet in a small forest near their Moshav and there I woul continue the treatment, and so it was. She arrived with a hat, sunglasses and closed car windows and motioned for me to get into the car.
She handed me the fingernails in the foil and a candle and said "I must not be seen as complicit in such things", I did not understand the "such" I pondered for a moment what is she complicit in the crime? Or is she a partner in the healing or redemption of a sick person?, I said to her, "Okay, I understand, you can hide in the car, I don't need you to sleep with me", I got out of the car alone, entered the forest and began to burn the patient's nails with the prayer of the Ishmael Cohen Gadol on purpose and a cry for the redemption of the suffering patient.
I sat there on one rock with my body bent over for an entire hour until the black smoke turned into clean white, when I was done with purifying the patient, she invited me to a late lunch in Jerusalem, bought me a small flower pot and sent me on my way, if I'm honest in my thoughts it occurred to me that this work from the morning crying out for her either in prayer or with pure physical energy was exhausting. In her position, she should have given me a few shekels so that I could pay rent and continue to peacefully help other patients, but I felt that I should smile and be silent, because that's what God wanted, after a few days I wrote her a message and asked how the patient was, and she replied back, "Blessed Dayan the Truth or Baruch Dayan Haemet" a saying when someone passes away.
What happened in this story? Why did the doctors say he was terminally ill and still the patient lived for many years with tremendous inhuman suffering with apparent no end to it? It is important to know that there are spiritual shells that suck from the holiness of the Jew, they hinder his personal redemption, and therefore actions of purifying negative energy from the person free him to finally go to a better place for him where he is destined be.