"It was the days leading up to Shavuot (1904) that I went to Yaffo on the advice of my doctors to bathe in the sea. Shavuot fell out on Friday and I went to prayer at the synagogue "Sha'arei Torah." I was twenty-one years old at that time. I heard how Rav Kook said the Akdamot prayer in front of the congregation, shaking and crying. My entire being trembled. From that moment on I attached to Rav Kook with fierce love and I was his disciple forever...I felt [at that moment] that my entire being was a flame of God, my physicality moved aside and my soul which attached to the soul of Rav Kook rose to the highest worlds."
Mourning the Three Weeks
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