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The classic case of Ministering Angels versus Moses has been public knowledge for millennium. Only recently, however, due to shifts of power and upheaval in the angelic realms, has the complete story been made available.
Experts were shocked at the revelations of newly discovered files and scrambled to write a comprehensive analysis from their findings.
Based on several cartons of recently-revealed confidential transcripts, here is the entire story as reconstructed by our reporters:
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PART ONE
MORNING OF PANIC
For Joe Angel, it had been a typical night of high energy songs of praise up in heaven. Things had gone slightly better than last week--just as things had been steadily improving every week for the last 2,448 years since the Creation. Little did he realize that this morning would be the one to permanently upset the status quo he and his colleagues had found so comfortable all these ages.
It was as the morning shift was just taking over, fully prepared with a great set of wild new hits, when someone smelled something.
"It's coming from there!" they hollered, frantically, "Loooook!! It's a...a...EARTHLY BEING!!! EEEEEEE!!!! Get him out of here, FAST!"
In a flash, the senior choirmaster had Supreme Angel Michael on the wire. Waving his metaphysical wings frantically in the ether, he almost screamed into the receiver. This was an emergency, he argued. Michael had to go before The Boss immediately for a disclosure agreement. Within minutes, the phone rang back again, a heated, but brief exchange ensued, and the choirmaster was demanding silence to make an announcement.
"OK, everyone, we've got rights to make this public knowledge now. That human being over there is none other than Moses. He's here because The Boss, blessed be His Name, in His infinite wisdom...
"Holy, holy, holy..." the angels, at hearing mention of the Boss, began crying out in heavenly harmony, "...the Infinite L-rd of Hosts...blessed be the Name of His glory...".
In a bid to regain their attention, the choirmaster pulled Moses in front of their faces. The shock of seeing an earthly being in their immaculate world chilled their song like a mountain of ice on a barbecue pit.
"Like I was saying," continued the choirmaster, "this is Moses. He's a person, and he's here because, well, he's going to receive the Torah in proxy for the Children of Israel."
At first, there was such silence, it seemed as though all the sounds of a millennium had been sucked in to the void. Then a popping sound here and there as the more ethereal beings, unable to contain the revelation, dissolved into flashes of cosmic dust. Then, the more robust, those who survived, began to murmur in protest and argue one with the other, louder and louder, and then furiously in the most ultimate of all crescendos, like the roar of a tsunami approaching the coast, the howl of a galactic hurricane being whipped up in the Milky Way...
"Your precious, most hidden of all treasures!" they wailed. "A treasure you have hidden for 974 generations before the world was ever created, and 26 since then --and now You plan to fork it over to EARTHLY BEINGS!!! CAST YOUR GLORY UPON THE HEAVENS (Psalms ,8)! Let us--Your immaculate servants who have sung Your praises all these ages, us who truly understand the Depth of Your Wisdom and Holiness--let us have Your Holy Torah! WHAT IS MAN THAT YOU SHOULD EVEN CONSIDER HIM (ibid)?!!"
As they wailed and howled at an ever rising volume, the entire order of Creation resonated at super-sonic frequencies. The energy level of the cosmos was treacherously approaching the point of auto-destruction when The Boss, blessed be His Name and Glory ad infinitum, He Himself mixed in to stop the chaos.
And so there was silence--sharp and sudden like the edge of a mighty cliff cutting off into the abyss.
The choirmaster, himself freshly re-incorporated into a more resilient spiritual form, wiped sweat from his brow and struggled to articulate the announcement he had just been instructed to make, "OK, everybody get to the benches. The concert is cancelled. We're going to have a legal debate."
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BATTLING ANGELS
Scene changes are instant up there. It was not even a moment and the heavenly concert hall had become the heavenly court. Defending angels to one side, opposition to the other.
The defense began:
"It's not good enough to make all these claims of being better, demanding favoritism. If you wish that we angels should have the Torah for ourselves, you're going to have to play by the ground rules of Torah itself!"
The opposition:
"And we shall: Baba Metzia, folio 108, second side. Cited by Maimonides, Laws of Neighbors, chapter 12..."
"Please get to the citation..."
"Very well: A landowner has a portion of real estate for sale that borders on his neighbor's property. But rather than deal with his neighbor, he sells it to some Joe off the street. The neighbor is empowered by Torah law to go to Joe, pay him his money, and nab the property for himself. Why? Because the Torah says, "You shall do that which is upright and decent" (Deut. 6:18). Upright and decent is to sell the property to your neighbor--because he's the one who can make the best use of it."
"And just what," demanded the defense, "has that got to do with our case?"
"Quite simple: The Torah is something heavenly and divine. We are too--so we are its neighbors. Earthly beings, aside from their many other serious defects, are very distant from spiritual matters. They have to struggle to grasp that which comes naturally to us. So we are neighbors and they are the distant Joe-off-the-street. Which gives us first rights."
The heavenly spectators couldn't help but let out a cheer of gladness. Their case seemed airtight...who could argue with such brilliance?
But then the defence retorted:
"You may consider yourselves erudite in the paths of Torah, dear opposition. But in this case you have failed to note the gloss of the Maggid Mishna on that chapter in Maimonides. There, he cites the opinion of the "Itur" that these "rights of the neighbor" only apply to real estate. Torah, on the other hand, is not real estate, but movable property."
The opposition:
"And what, pray tell, is your evidence that Torah is moveable property?"
The defending angel rose to his full stature, as if exasperated:
"Of course it's moveable property! If it weren't, you wouldn't have any complaint! It's being taken from up here in heaven and being given down on earth!!"
Those words drove the message home--hard. One youthful angel, unable to contain himself any longer, vaulted the bench and, in flames of ionic crimson, stormed above the frenzy:
"Yes! They'll have the Torah down there! Every time we want to pray, we'll have to wait for them to get out of their beds! When we want to sanctify the new moon, we'll have to go to their earthly courts to find out what they have established with their puny brains! We will be reduced to no more than gagged back seat drivers, shlepped around by the whim of their fallible human logic, completely dependent for our very life force upon their clumsy, lackadaisical fulfillment of material mitzvahs!"
"We, who stand here every day and commune with the Divine, to whom light and revelation is our very being, we shall become no more than accessories to those egomaniacal, vulgar, *physical* beings who walk in thick darkness, ready to deny the very existence of their own souls! NO! WE CANNOT LET THIS BE!!!"
Before the court clerks were able to haul the protestor away, he had already dissolved into the ether, returning to his source in the supernal void, another victim of cerebral overload for that day.
BEYOND PANIC
When things had calmed down sufficiently, the opposition continued:
"We've had a chance to look over your sources, and, frankly, we're not convinced."
A sigh of relief rose from the crowd.
"Certainly, the argument of the Itur would hold true in most cases, since the neighbor can always find similar goods elsewhere and bring them to his property. But in the case of the Torah, there simply *is* no replacement. Once it's gone, it's gone. They will have it, and we shall be forced to descend to their realm to learn it from them . The entire flow of cosmic energy shall be in the hands of their good deeds and mitzvahs--and we shall only hope to assist them along. This, we assert, is unethical and contrary to Torah itself. The Law of the Neighbor's Rights still applies."
All heads nodded enthusiastically. But the defense continued, undeterred:
"Our next argument is that these laws only apply to sales, whether barter or monetary. The Torah is not being sold, but outrightly given as a gift to the earthly beings. Look on the next side of the page there in Baba Metzia and you'll realize that none of these neighbor's rights apply to gifts!"
In the crowded aisles of the court, one angel whispered to another, "I told you we could never, never truly understand Him. Torah? An outright gift?!"
The opposition rebutted, indignantly:
"This is a clear misrepresentation of the facts! The Torah is being sold, not donated!"
"Its being given away! Gratis! In a nice box with ribbons and a birthday card!"
"Its being sold! For barter!"
The defense: "I cite Brachot 5a, "Three good *gifts* did the Holy One Blessed Be He give Israel...Torah..."
The opposition: "And I cite the same page in the same Gemora: The Holy One Blessed Be He says to Israel, "I have sold you my Torah..."!"
The debate shot back and forth at high intensity. Finally, it was conceded that some aspects of Torah were being given as a gift and others as a sale (and still other features as an inheritance). At any rate, the Law of the Neighbor still applied.
The defence was not yet stumped. Now Moses was being brought to the stand, not as the defendant, but as "Exhibit A".
The defense:
"Behold the subject in question. Your first reaction was that this is an earthly being who has no business up here in our realm. But look again! You call this a man, I say he is truly an angel--and perhaps even greater!"
The defense was dangerously bordering on treachery, and knew it well. But that was a risk that had to be taken.
"This is the man who defied Pharaoh, who brought ten plagues upon the Egyptians, who spoke with G-d even while within the chambers of Pharaoh's palace! He split the Red Sea, he made manna fall from heaven..."
"Big deal!" cackled the opposition, "Angels do similar things daily."
"...He led the Jews out of Egypt and through the wilderness for 50 days and put up with their kvetching!"
Now the angels were impressed. But the opposition pressed on:
"So what does this have to do with our case?"
"Moses is no Joe off the street! Just as we are neighbors to the Torah, so is Moses! "
The opposition was forced to yell over the ensuing commotion: "Deceit! Deflective tactics! You can't pull the wool over our eyes! He's not coming here to get the Torah for himself! He's planning to give it out freely to every Berel and Shmerel down there who wants to learn! And they are most certainly NOT OUR NEIGHBORS!"
"YES THEY ARE OUR NEIGHBORS!" The defense retorted. "They all--every one of them--have a spark of Moses within them! And furthermore, they are better than neighbors--they are RELATED to The Boss Himself!"
"This Law of Neighbors applies to relatives as well."
"Not according to the reading of the Baal Hilchot Gedolot, as brought by the Bet Yosef."
"That's not the final ruling!"
"But did He not call them "my child, my first born" when He demanded that Pharaoh let them go? Rabbi Yitzchaak Alfasi claims that these laws certainly do not apply to children, and the Siftei Cohen contends that this is the halacha. They are all holy, divine beings themselves, their souls carved out from under the Throne of Glory. They are capable of the most wondrous things! They deserve the Torah as much as we do!"
THE LAST RESORT
The galleries were in shock. There was only so much they could take. Somebody in the opposition had to come up with something quick, or a riot could ensue.
And so it was that an ancient being, one of those who had come into existence alongside time itself, rose to speak. All were hushed. His words, as follows, were perhaps the most revealing of the entire proceedings:
"If they are so holy, then I say, let them come up here and share the Torah with us. After all, that is all we are asking: That the Torah should remain in the heavenly realms, a G-dly wisdom, a teaching of mystical abstractions that reveals the inner workings of the cosmos and allows us to connect with the essential force that creates it. They, too, may be permitted to transcend their corporeal bounds through the efforts of meditation, fasting and prayer, to rise to our spiritual plane and partake of this wonderful Torah with us."
The sagacious being stopped to ponder for a moment, as it beheld all that would happen over the next millennia in a flash, then looked up and began to glow with passion.
"But to allow this greatest of all treasures to descend to the material realm...to become manifest in the form of deeds bound by physical objects...performed by crude semi-animals formed from the earth who are filled with deceit and avarice...in a place where the Holy Torah could be mistaken for just another set of ethno-rituals or--yet worse--an exercise of cyber-acrobatics to feed the arrogance of silly men??!! For this the cosmos came into being? This should be the destiny of the Wisdom of the Most High??!!"
"Holy, Holy...Blessed be...ad infinitum..."--the choir took off in inspiration. The defense called for order, asserting it had one last argument.
"Maimonides, ibid, chapter 12, halacha 5. Rosh on Baba Metzia 31. Brought as the final ruling in the Code of Jewish Law: The Right of the Neighbor does not apply to partners."
"Now they are *partners*?"
"They've already kept one Shabbat, and (Shabbat 109b): Anyone who recites the verses, "And the heavens and the earth and all their host were completed..." as the Shabbat enters one becomes a partner with the Holy One Blessed Be He in the act of creation.
The opposition snapped back with a fury: "Now, I ask you: Is that fair? Of course they are partners! They have been given some preview mitzvahs already! Every mitzvah they do binds them in wonderful union with the Source of All Life-- except that they remain _coarse_physical_beings_. But could you imagine--imagine it right now--if we, with our ethereal forms of light and divine energy, if *we* would be commanded to fulfill those same mitzvahs in our spiritual realm, as mystical meditations, as songs and holy communions? What greater unity could possibly exist? The Most Ultimate Oneness..."
The speaker for the opposition did not continue. In the excitement, he had already diffused his form and become absorbed into the Infinite Light. He wasn't the only one. The dream of such communion had struck hard the hearts of many such beings who could not contain the excitement and dissolved into the Nothingness. Other beings were formed from the ambient energy and took their place.
Under these conditions, the debate could no longer continue, and so a vote was taken. An almost unanimous resolution was passed on to The Holy One Blessed Be He that the Torah be given to the angels, citing the law of Torah itself.
The reply came instantly, in the form of a cryptic memo: "See Rashi ad loc., the words beginning, "Akum, etc."."
Angels are quick. "It means that the Torah has already been sold. Our case is not with The Boss, Blessed Be He, but with Moses. He is hereby giving Moses permission to present his case!"
Moses, the man who defied Pharaoh and argued with G-d, took the stand. He held two impressive carved stones in his arms.
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THE SINAI FILES, PART II
Last we left off, the supernal realms were in turmoil. After extreme debate, the Heavenly Court resolved the Torah must be given to them and not to the Children of Israel--citing a ruling in the gemora "Baba Metzia". Their case was sealed, victory declared, but The Holy One Blessed Be He responded by referring the angels to Moses himself for a rebuttal. Now Moses, the half-man, half-angel who defied Pharaoh and argued even with G-d, took the stand. He held two impressive carved stones in his arms. The heavens trembled.
MOSES TAKES A STAND
"This Torah about which we are arguing," he began, "what is written in it?"
"Yes, we've been through all that," mocked one of the angels. He elbowed a colleague, "Look who's trying to teach us Torah! Heh, heh!"
Moses continued, unperturbed, "I am the Lord your G-d Who took you out of the land of Egypt..."
His eyes scanned the hall. "So, you heavenly beings descended to Egypt?" With each word, his voice rose louder-- but still controlled.
"You soiled your hands with bricks and mortar? Suffered the sting of the taskmaster's whip? Watched as your brothers and sisters and your very own children cried in pain and succumbed to the perverse cruelty of their oppressors?"
Already, there were tears in the eyes of Angels of Mercy. The Angels of Judgement shifted uncomfortably in their places. Others sat immersed in deep thought. The mockers were silenced. Moses looked back down to read from his tablets.
"Let's see what else it says here: "You shall have no other gods before Me."
He looked up. "Now, tell me, who is that written for? For beings who perceive the Oneness of G-d as everyday reality? Or for us who live in darkness, among nations who stray after literally hundreds of gods--each god with its seductive allure and missionary cult? Is it not *we* who are the ones to be told to have no other gods?"
His words echoed in the silent hall. Now Moses took his chance and made his words sharp as a dagger: "I say, this Torah is not relevant to any of you in the first place!"
Indignation rose. But there was no retort.
Moses had his head back into those tablets.
"Now lets see what's next...Taking G-d's name in vain! Now, who would take G-d's name in vain?"
The angels were puzzled. Who *would* take G-d's name in vain? The words were meaningless to them.
"So let me explain: Earthly beings make business. I know you find that sort of thing rather appalling, but that's what we do. In business you sometimes have to take an oath, to assure the other party. Someone taking a false oath and using G-d's name..."
"Oh, no!" they screamed in horror. "Please don't go on!"
"Very well. You get the point."
He continued: "Now we get to the Holy Day of Shabbat. "Six days a week you work..."
"...And on the seventh," they rejoined, "a holy day of rest to the Eternal..."
"Rest?" countered Moses. "But when did you last *work* for six days?"
"We sing. Like Holy, holy..."
"I mean work! Like plow, sow, harvest, build and tear down--refashion the world about you through physical proaction!"
"You mean to say," enjoined one of the more thoughtful of the angels, "that you need the Torah more than us. You need it for your very survival, considering the perilous conditions in which you live. Well, this is an interesting argument, and we are quite willing to argue this point..."
"No!" a more hot-headed angel interrupted. "Torah is the life of all worlds--ours included! Without Torah their world cannot go on, but neither can we! Imagine if all the effulgence of divine energy we received were put into their hands!? One letter of a mezuzah improperly written by one of these careless creatures, and entire worlds could go under! One incorrect blessing could wreak irreparable havoc for thousands of us! How could we allow *our* life force to be in *their* hands??!!"
"I don't think that's his point at all," repined another ethereal abstraction. "What he's been asserting all this time is that the precepts of the Torah are only applicable in the material realm. Now, this is preposterous: We all know that everything that exists in the material realm first exists in a spiritual sense here above, just as audible speech first exist as thoughts within the mind."
"That angel over there, he is the life source of an oak tree on a hill on Manhattan island. And that one is a squirrel who lives in it. This fellow next to me is a rock at the bottom of the Aegean Sea. We are all the primal sources of all creatures below, from the inanimate to blades of grass to the wild and domesticated animals--even including the animal soul within Man. All the forces of nature and its elements, earth, water, air and fire, all are but mere reflections of our sublime intellects in their state of being here above. Every nuance of every wave of the sea, every brustle of leaves in the wind begins here..."
"Would you kindly cut the didactics and get to your point?!"
"...What I mean to say is that if they can fulfill these precepts in their lower realm, than all the more so can we in a spiritual sense. And we do: Every day we make our escape from an abstract Egypt--the bounds and limitations of being as we transcend to higher realms. Once a week, we keep the Shabbat by leaving the worlds created by divine speech and rising to the inner worlds of divine thought. We can do acts of kindness by bringing Divine energy lower. We can perform the sacrifices and prayer services by raising divine sparks higher. All through our meditation and song and great music..."
"Yes!" exclaimed an Angel of Excitement. "Whatever earthlings can do, angels can do better!"
Delight and gladness once again returned to the angels' court. Many cried together in unison: "Yes! He is right! Our mitzvahs will be so much more sublime than whatever they can do! Yes! The Torah belongs to us, the ministering angels!"
"And you, dear Moses," one turned sympathetically to the stand, "you need not feel left out: You or any of your people will be permitted to delve into the Paradise of Kaballa, untie yourselves from your earthly bonds and join us in spiritual service!"
Heavenly harmony once again filled the cosmos. Pure, enchanting light flowed down from above. The dance choir had already risen and was carrying a protesting Moses on their shoulders, singing: "Holy, holy....blessed be...ad infinitum!...Come sing with us!..."
It was then that the ancient being who had spoken earlier in our drama cleared his throat once again. It was ever so subtle, yet immediately the song and dance stopped. All heads turned respectfully. All audial senses were alert.
"I've been paying careful attention," he began, "and I don't think any of you have interpreted our dear Rabbi Moses correctly."
This was not what the angels had expected to hear. Energy levels sank sharply.
"He seems to have in mind something much deeper than you fathom. According to Moses," the venerable sage leaned on his luminant staff, "there is something special about the material realm that we have yet to realize. Something that somehow makes it the appropriate place for Torah to be--for our own good as well. I submit that we must allow him to continue."
Reluctantly, the heavenly court was forced to agree.
MOSES HITS WHERE IT HURTS
Moses was also hesitant about the next one. After all, it certainly was not "politically correct". But the stakes were too high. Moses looked back down into the tablets and read:
"Honor your mother and your father."
The angels saw what was coming. They began to wish they had never started all this in the first place.
"So??!!" his powerful voice shook the walls. "Where are your mothers and fathers."
"Umm, Moses...we don't do that sort of thing up here, we just..."
"So you admit!" Moses lurched forward, "You are creations of light! You *have* no mother or father! This miracle belongs only to us! Only in *our* world is reflected the most awesome, essential power of the Divine--the power to create being out of nothingness."
Even the most sublime of metaphysical intellects needed time to think about that--but Moses didn't even give them a chance:
"And now see what else is written here: "Do not murder! Do not steal! Do not covet!..."--is there then jealousy up here? Do you fight one with the other? Do you struggle with an ominous darkness inside? Do any of you have these warped emotions that plague us below, this perverse drive to rebel against our very Source of Life and deny there is any authority outside of our own selves?!!"
"But, Moses, you take *pride* in this?!"
"Yes!" Moses retorted, "Because when we shall use the magnificent power of the Torah to resist, to redirect those nefarious energies to channels of holiness, to overcome darkness and transform it to light...we shall have uncovered in the cosmos the Source of All Being Himself. For as He creates out of the void a being that feels absolute autonomy, we shall make that ultimate of being admit its nothingness. "
The angels were lost. Moses' eyes opened wide. "Look below," he uttered softly.
SECRETS OF THE DEPTHS REVEALEDThe lights were dimmed. Two walls of the hall slid back and a huge screen was revealed. The angels watched as a young girl lit a candle in a dim room. The flame took hold and without warning, the heavens were filled with a blinding light.
"What is it? We have never experienced this light before!" they cried.
"Keep watching," Moses told them.
On the screen, a family was seen, sitting around a table with wine and challah, talking and eating. Puzzlingly enough, the television was blank--even though the NBA finals were playing that night. The family began to sing--adults and children together. In their world it seemed a cacophony of noise--but in the hall from where the angels observed there resonated the sweetest of holy harmony.
"Who wrote that stuff?" the choirmaster demanded. "I've never heard anything like it!"
"Keep watching," said Moses.
They watched as earthlings sacrificed time from work to squeeze in a few prayers or catch a few words of Torah, as small children rejected candies because they weren't kosher, as these creatures transformed mundane activities of eating, sleeping and bodily functions into divine service with a simple blessing. With each scene, flashes of light jumped out from the material world and the objects of their deeds began to glow with divine emanation.
"What are those?" an angel asked, astounded.
The ancient sage of the angels replied, his voice filled with awe, "Those are the divine lost sparks that fell from high beyond our world at the dawn of creation. These beings somehow have the ability to uncover them with their deeds, thereby transforming material objects into holy vessels."
"They make darkness into light!"
"Being into non-being!"
"You haven't seen nothing yet." Moses spoke, "Watch this!"
The date stamp at the bottom right of the screen indicated it was the eve of the final redemption. An earthly being sat and stared into a 17 inch trinitron tube, every once in a while clicking a button or typing on a keyboard. It seemed a dull activity, yet the angels could feel an essence-light emanating from those fingers and that machine, a light that seemed it could finally uncover the secret of Oneness within all the created realms.
"What is he doing?" begged the angels.
Moses explained:
"The earthly beings created horrible tools of rampage and destruction, tools which they almost used to destroy all of their world. But now they have begun to transform these tools into good. This being is using an evolution of such a tool for connecting with other minds across the planet and learning Torah from them and with them, spreading kindness and wisdom."
"You mean to say they use a tool created out of their most evil impulses to reveal the Oneness of their souls that transcends space and time?" they asked.
"You couldn't have put it better," replied Moses.
"You see," he continued, "you conceive of Torah as it would be in your realm: Now you have light--Torah, you imagine, would be just more of the same. More inner, more essential, but just light."
Now his audience was receptive. They realized that Moses had chosen an argument that satisfied their needs as well, and even beyond their highest expectations. They were to get "even more".
"But, for us," Moses went on, "Torah is more than light. When we take the Torah He gave us, we hold in our hands G-d Himself."
"Midrash Rabba, Leviticus 30,13," cited a scholarly angel.
"In the essence of the Torah is the Essence of G-d, and where is that revealed? Not here in the heavens, but there in the darkness, in the struggle to find good within the evil and godlessness."
The angels were about to begin their applause and sing a new song. But then...
"Wait!" shouted one of the Angels of Compulsive- Obsessiveness, "Have you all forgotten? What about the Rights Of The Neighbor clause?"
"Baba Metzia, ibid. Maimonides ibid 14.1," cited Moses. ""If the neighbor wants the property for planting seeds and the buyer bought it to build a home, the law does not apply." We are using the Torah to make the cosmos into a dwelling place for G-d in all his essence, a true *home* for Him. And that can only be accomplished by working in our realm, as demonstrated previously."
"And that," added the ancient of angels, a gleam in his eye, "is the purpose of all of Creation. Midrash Tanchuma, Nasso 16."
The applause broke out like water breaking through a dam. The choir began their recital with such enthusiasm as never heard before.
"Moses!"--one of the angels stepped forward to shake hands, "That was great! You know, you Jews make good lawyers!"
Moses had not just won the Torah, he had won friends and allies. Our sages say that each of the divine beings gave him gifts and revealed their secrets to him. Even the Angel of Death, they tell us, whispered to him the secret of the holy incense--which he used later to prevent a plague.
And on that day, as the Eternal G-d descended on Mount Sinai, heaven came down to earth.
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Sources:
The story is based on the Talmud Tractate Shabbat, according to an ancient explanation of a lost midrash that the argument of the angels centered around a ruling in Baba Metzia. The Rebbe explained how Moses' rebuttal matches their argument.
Likutei Sichos of the Lubavitcher Rebbe, volume 18, pg. 28.
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