Them to hasten the journey, even though the hardships of the long trip had taken their toll and weakened him. Tired and weary, he made his way to Jerusalem, riding on a mule. However, when the caravan reached the mountains of Jerusalem, he was completely refreshed, and he prepared for the entrance to the Holy City. Rabbi Moshele repeatedly promised his entourage that upon his arrival in Jerusalem, the redemption would come. He would perform wonders with the Seer of Lublin's Kiddush goblet, raise his voice like a shofar, and hasten the end. But the Satan's deed succeeded, and before they could enter the gates of Jerusalem, while standing at Jaffa Gate at the entrance to the Old City, the Seer's cup fell to the ground and shattered...
When the Rebbe appeared at the gates of Jerusalem, all the city's scholars came out to greet him, led by the genius brothers Rabbi Nachum of Shadik and Rabbi Yaakov Leib of the Levi family. The family rented him a modest apartment, and all who sought God came to bask in the shadow of his holiness. His followers now eagerly awaited the Rebbe's imminent visit to the Western Wall, at the foot of the Temple Mount.
However, the generation was not worthy. Rabbi Moshele was so tired from the journey that he was unable to go to the Western Wall on the day of his arrival in Jerusalem, as he had longed to do all along. He then planned to reach the Western Wall after resting for several days, but he had already fallen ill on the first day of his arrival. The Rebbe was greatly distressed by this, and one day he turned to his family members and asked to reach the Wall at any cost.
He instructed his holy sons to carry him on his bed to the Wall. They left the house for the alley that led to the Western Wall. But at that moment, a hail of rocks rained down on them, hurled by the Arab residents of the alley upon seeing the elderly Rebbe lying on the bed. The rocks increased moment by moment, and the danger to the Rebbe's life was tangible. With no choice, they turned back. The Rebbe never reached the Wall...
On that same bitter day, Rebbe Moshele departed this world. Full of sorrow and dejection over the exile of the Divine Presence that he was prevented from raising from the dust, and over his effort-filled journey that had come to naught, Rabbi Moshele bid farewell to his sons and disciples. He promised them that he would stand by his descendants and all who support them at all times, and also that in case of a drought, if they wait until his yahrzeit—rains of blessing would fall. When he finished speaking, the angels of heaven overcame the mighty ones of earth, and he passed on. Rabbi Moshele ascended in a storm to heaven.
