In honor of the 30th Yahrzeit of Reb Shlomo Carlebach, Rav Shlomo Katz opens a "hidden" transcript from a teaching Reb Shlomo gave in Montreal in 1993

This deep and emotional shiur tackles the concept of the Ilana D'Sfeika (Tree of Doubt) mentioned in the Zohar. We explore why the Torah omits Avraham's name at the moment of revelation ("And God appeared to him"), explaining that in a moment of true intimacy, names and definitions vanish because no one else exists.

Rav Shlomo weaves in the Izhbitzer Rebbe's insights on the difference between "forcing" oneself to do mitzvos versus serving Hashem naturally through the Covenant. We also discuss Rav Kook's "Second Function"—the necessity of having a private relationship with Hashem that the world never sees. This episode is a call to move beyond the doubt of "does what I do matter?" and step into a clarity where our relationship with Hashem illuminates the entire world.

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Hanan Ben Ari joins Rav Shlomo Katz and the chevra of Shirat David on the night of Reb Shlomo Carlebach’s 31st yahrtzeit to share stories, sing niggunim, and draw down the same holy light that Reb Shlomo poured into this world.

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In this special yahrzeit gathering, Rav Shlomo Katz opens the gates to Reb Shlomo Carlebach’s world of song — not just the melodies, but the Torah, tears, and miracles behind them.

From the first niggun ever composed to the ones born at the Kotel, in dreams, or by a hospital bedside, each melody carries a story, a soul, and a piece of Am Yisrael’s heart.

Rav Shlomo weaves together Reb Shlomo’s own words about music — “a niggun comes by heavenly Federal Express” — with live renditions and breathtaking tales: a song dreamt in Paris that made the streets dance, another born from the heartbreak of war, another from the depths of yearning in Yerushalayim at 2 a.m.

Every story, every note, every sigh is an invitation to remember what music was always meant to be: a way home.