Rabbi Mordechai (Yehuda Yafet) Sharabi ZIA, a Tzaddik and righteous man, a Yemeni Kabbalist, a scholar
of miracles, "the elder of the Kabbalists and the head of the sect of the guides". Founder of the
Kabbalistic Yeshiva Nahar Shalom in Jerusalem. After his passing, his successor was the "Elder of the
Kabbalists" Rabbi Shalom Aharon Shmueli Z’L, and his current successor and the head of the Kabbalistic
Yeshiva Nahar Shalom in Jerusalem is Rabbi Baniahu Shmueli Sh’lita, may Hashem prolong his days in
good health.
Rabbi Mordechai Sharabi Z’L passed away on 20 Cheshvan 1983- 5744
His burial place is on Mount HaManuchot, Jerusalem
Rav Mordechai Sharabi -My Story Number 1 – "The Spiders"
My connection with Rabbi Mordechai Sharabi Z’L is a very high spiritual one. I feel the presence of the
Tzaddik with me and this is the reason why a trip outside my house is in most cases a spontaneous
arrival to solitude (Hitbodedut) with the Tzaddik Har Hamenuchot in Jerusalem.
I would come to the Tzaddik very often, once a week and sometimes every other week. In most visits I
would sit with him for over an hour. I had a special order of prayers from the Holy Zohar, after which I
would pray to Hashem and request for a large list of distant relatives and patients in need of salvation.
In this story, before I arrived to the Tzadik’s grave, I did not imagine that I had not only arrived to pray,
I realized I had reached the place where the Tzaddik rests!, I went to the holy library to take a prayer
book, and suddenly my eyes became dark!
Inside the Holy Library there were dozens of spiders of all sizes, small, medium and giant, the spider
webs covered every corner inside and outside the Holy Library. The impurity took over the sanctity there
and suffocated it with walking insects. They settled there en masse inside the houses they built with
their own nets. It was a frightening and surprising sight at the same time. After all, I regularly come to
the tzaddik, and many pilgrims and visitors visit the tzaddik's site during the week. I asked myself, "How
did you not see this before? How did none of the visitors see the invasion of the holy by the outsiders?"
The sight was in fiction of large quantities of spiders in front of me, I pondered: "What do we do now?,
then I remembered that I had a large handkerchief in the car, so I got into the car, took the large
handkerchief, went to a water faucet, wet the handkerchief and went down to Har Zion to clean the
"invaders of the holy". It was noon and the sun was beating down on my head. However, despite the
heavy heat and by a miracle I started to experience a pleasant wind caressing my face, but the heavy
heat was heavy on me.
During the time spent there, I repeatedly went to the water faucet to clean the handkerchief, and again
go down to Har Zion to clean, kill and destroy the "invaders of the holy", during the cleaning, spiders fell
on my head. I shook them off my head, some of them ran away. On the floor of the Zion, in the Lower
Holy Library there was a grate. I put my hand in front of the grate to clean trapped spiders and my hands
bled from an injury in the web site, and I continued to clean until the last of the spiders died or ran
away. I stopped counting because there were over a hundred spiders of all sizes.
I returned home injured and bleeding on my hands, dirty with cobwebs and burned on my face by the
feverish sun. As I entered my house, my daughter-in-law called to say they narrowly escaped an ATV
crash that went into a wadi. My daughter-in-law slightly bruised her leg, and my only son came out clean
and unharmed, safe and sound, "Thank G’d that he is safe and sound, for His mercy is forever."
The tzaddik saw that there was a Din or decree in heaven on the flesh of my family, and brought me to
clean up my private family judgement, by cleaning the "outside" from the Holy Book in the Tzadik’s Har
Zion grave, the decree was canceled over my only son and my daughter-in-law, and they were saved!!!
There is no other but him…. Ein Od Milevado! Thank you Hashem for breathing.
The righteous do not remain obligated, they work for the people of Israel both above and below. The
Tzaddikim invented the spiders so that I would come to cleanse the judgement through the physical act
of cleaning the spiders from the holy library in the place of the Tzaddik in Har Zion, because it is not
possible that in less than a week more than a hundred spiders arrived in the holy library in Zion
Rav Mordechai Sharabi -My Story Number 2- "The Curtain and the Parochet"
During one of my visits to the tzaddik, I observed that the curtain separating the women from the men
was short and old. As a result, I considered bringing a new, beautiful, thick, long curtain on my next visit.
The subsequent visit was unplanned while traveling to the center of the country. I still did not have the
curtain I intended to bring to the tzaddik. Upon arriving at Har Zion, I noticed a thick and long velvet
curtain hanging. It was unexpected, but it was there. However, there was a slight sense of
disappointment that it was someone else who had brought the curtain instead of me.
The Rabbi's parochet (special curtain) at Har Zion was old, faded, and torn. Seeing this saddened me,
and I thought, "We need a new, fancy parochet for the Tzaddik." I prayed and promised to prepare a
new parochet as soon as I could afford it, regretting that I wasn't able to do it sooner for the Tzaddik's
sake.
Then the Tzaddik illuminated my thoughts to console my sorrow with the verse: "The work of righteous
people is done by others", and out of my mouth loudly "but I am not a righteous person".
Suddenly, a strong wind shook the trees for about ten seconds before it became calm again. I
acknowledged and expressed gratitude for the occurrence.
Chazal (the Sages) stated: "The Almighty attaches a good thought to a deed."
Meaning: G-d takes a person's good thought and combines it and refines it until it becomes an actual
act, (even if in practice he did not do it, and his thought was to do it, G-d considers it as done).
In my story, others carried out my thought. The sorrow I experienced was unnecessary because even if
others did not act on my thought, it remained a real act. The sudden wind that came suggested the
essence of this matter to me