Shukul Shukul | Brother Sochi

The Arizal teaches in Shaar HaGilgulim that in our generation, every tiny act of a Yid carries the weight of the greatest deeds from earlier generations.

When the world is darker, every spark shines brighter. So even one word of tefillah, one small mitzvah, one little step—it’s massive up there.

So let’s go! Every move matters.

Shukul! Shukul!

כי מעשה קטן מאד בדור הזה שקול כמעשה גדולות שבדרות אחרים, כי בדורות אלו הקליפה גוברת מאד לאין קץ,

משא”כ בדורות הראשונים.

TYH Nation Presents

SHUKUL SHUKUL

Brother Sochi

JOIN BROTHER SOCHI AND CHEVRE AS THEY RUN AROUND TOWN COLLECTING COINS FOR MITZVOS

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Composed by The Long Beach Bochurim

Additional writing by Sochi Majeski and Yehuda Pinsker

Produced And arranged by Izzy Drihem

Backing vocals: Yehuda Pinsker

Vocals recorded by Yehuda Pinsker

Video by Shai Barak

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The Final Blow as feautured in Breslov Torah Weekly

R’ Uri of Strelisk, known as the Saraf for his burning passion in avodas Hashem, davened with fiery intensity. Once, a poritz overheard his tefilla and was left speechless. After R’ Uri finished, the poritz said, “If even prayers like yours did not bring the Jews redemption, I doubt they ever will.”

R’ Uri answered with a mashal.

A mighty king had a magnificent palace with beautiful gardens. Yet in the center stood an old, thick, ugly tree. The king wanted it removed, so he announced across the kingdom: Whoever could cut it down would receive a great reward.

Strong men rushed to the palace, determined to win the prize. For weeks they hacked and struggled. Machines were brought, poisons tried, sweat poured, but nothing seemed to work. Eventually, one by one, the men gave up, convinced the tree was immovable.

Then a thin young boy approached the king and said, “I will do it in your honor.” The crowd laughed, but the boy lifted an axe, struck the trunk a few times, and the tree crashed to the ground.

Everyone stared. “How did you do that?”

The boy smiled. “It wasn’t my strength. All the great men weakened the tree. They thought they failed, but they brought it to the brink. I just gave the final blow.”

“So too,” R’ Uri said, “we Jews in galus. Every mitzvah, every tefilla, every good deed strikes at the tree of exile. The tzaddikim have already shaken the world with their avodah. When the time is right, even a simple Jew doing a simple mitzvah will bring Mashiach with that final blow.”

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Who, Me?

Our yetzer hara whispers that our efforts are small and our tefillos weak. “Who do you think you are? You are just one person.”

But it is not the world that stops us. It is that voice inside convincing us we don’t matter.

The truth? The opposite is true. We live in a generation standing at the edge of redemption. Every sincere bracha, every minute of Torah, every act of kindness counts more than we know.

Even the simplest Jew today holds immense power.

We might be the ones to give that final blow.