I focus my experiencing and awareness on being
"a pioneer of Evolution in learning
to feel":
I let my Body vibrate and my Heart 'womb'
pain, shame, fear, boredom, powerlessness,
so feelings can >heal >guide>fulfill>evolve,
and ~~~ offer ~~~"goldmines"~~~ to us all!! "I
want you to feel everything, every little thing!"
A
R A R A T - H E A R T
A Vision about Peace
between the Desert Nations in the Middle East
and between Wo/Man and Desert Earth
2011_05_30
- what does it mean, that my apricot-tree died?
2005_02_27 [Continuation of
the page 2004_12_26, which I updated
during the last days]
I said, that the only thing I'm doing now
for realizing my Vision of Peace-through-Desert-Econmy
is to create trust with ONE DESERT FAMILY.
Two days ago, a Friday, we had lots of fun,
I played and sang and danced with the children and with Samira.
When it was time to go (I
am disciplined in not staying longer than 2- 2 1/4 hours),
Samira with Faraj (9
months) saw me off down the
road .
Before we had to part, she suddenly said: "Have you heard,
that the army wants to have a training base here
and that they are going to move all Bedouin from this valley?"
My Arabic lacks expressions of shock , so I only gazed at her...
She used the verb r - h - l [ye-rahalun-na]
for "they'll move us",
which is the same verb root as in "Rihlah",
the Arabic term for the future mobile desert hosting business,
the base of my vision of Peace-through-Desert-Economy.
I couldn't help screaming:
"You are also to be blamed!
If you would do something with this land,
and not just making yourself dependent on the Jews as a cheap labor
force,
if you would have "rihlaat" around your homes,
they would not ye-rahalu-kum!"
"Yes! But what can I (I,
the woman, the foreigner, the "peasant" from Bethlehem)
do!
Let's talk about it on Monday!"
We parted.
My screaming wasn't wise.
It was yet another blunder,
which might cost me this last welcome in the Zealots' valley...
After a while I turned
back and I do hope, that I was allowed to photograph what I saw:
Samira walking back to her miserable home - amidst a pristine landscape.
Will the military destroy yet another piece of desert peace?
Or will Abraham, the legendary host in the desert , the father of both
Jews and Bedouin,
finally manifest and make his children come to their senses
so they will host angels in their tents,
like he did [Genesis
18:1-8]?
Genesis 18: 1-8
Half a day later - 2005_02_28
:
As if to counter my sadness and fear
I attracted several surprises today,
when I set out for my Monday meeting with Samira:
First:
after having reached the eastern outskirts of Arad,
I didn't have to walk long,
until a car stopped on the one small road from Arad to the
Zealots' Valley and later Masada.
It was a Bedouin car and I had no hope, that I would be picked up.
But the car stopped, and the driver was ..... one of the men who do
not like me.
He mentioned the trauma between us, that bag of mine, with the computer,
which I "had let" be stolen from their land, bringing upon
them shame and disgrace.
This was in May 2004, in the context of my first of two attempts
to be accepted by a Bedouin family as a "paying model guest"
in my "model tent".
I tried to insert some humor , quoting the famous Arabic proverb
(to which , in fact, I don't agree:) "il-li faat, maat",
"what's passed, is dead",
but added:
"The problem is not the bag, S.....,
even if the computer wouldn't have been found,
it wouldn't have been the end of the world.
What is bad, is the result of that stolen bag:
that you all hate me and evict me from your houses!"
He didn't object, but luckily we reached Kfar
HaNokdim, where I had to part.
There came the second surprise:
"There is Yahia's brother in front of me!"
"I don't know him", I said.
So S. stopped him, went over to him and told him to take me!
Can you believe that!!!
Yahia's brother - and as it turned out - their father next to him,
took me to that junction seen on the photo, to which Samira had seen
me off 3 days ago. ("I
turned around so abruptly, because I heard a car coming,
and it's forbidden, that I as a woman stand there in the middle of nowhere",
she explained, what had bothered me since Friday)
What little time we had for talking, it was a preparation for what happened
later.
When I reached Samira's, there was the third surprise,
seemingly not relevant in the beginning, but very touching:
None of the children who use to go to school had done so.
The day before the eldest, 12, who shepherds the goats and sheep of
the family,
had come home with the herd towards sunset
and immediately gone back to a she-goat which was about to give birth,
but was too old to move. Yusuf hadn't come back at night,
and his mother was terribly worried:
"Wild animals... , a scorpion..., a snake...
falling from a rock....", so many dangers.
She searched for him before midnight and then again , together with
Hathra, at five in the morning.
Yusuf's Flock to the left, Kfar HaNokdim to the right
At six they found him.
Yusuf had slept outside in the cold night ,
without food and water and only the donkey's blanket to cover himself
with.
The goat had been too heavy to be carried home, so he helped her give
birth.
His mother said to him:
"You are more important than the goat! don't
worry us to death next time!"
The fourth and biggest surprise was, that Yahia's car stood in front
of the tent.
He had come home for some days,
"since there are too many Bedouins now wanting
to guard the Separation Wall".
I shuddered with excitement and fear.
Did this mean, that I should talk to him about my vision again after
all?
He was with the men of his family at his parents',
among them his father and that brother,
who didn't mention that they had taken me...
During his absence I pleaded with Samira:
"Am I making it too difficult for you?
All my blunders,
my not-being-sensitive enough towards what is "forbidden"
in your society?"
She did her best to make me relax.
I also told her bluntly, that I wanted to win her over for my vision,
even though she didn't have anything to say in this society of men.
All this in an impossible language, with the utmost effort on my part
to explain myself.
For not only do I not speak the Bedouin dialect!
I also must be careful not to use academic language and Arabic terms,
which they wouldn't understand.
There was a lot going on with the kids during all
these intense hours, but I'll stick to one point: my vision.
In the middle of my "winning over" Yahia came back.
First of all:
Samira had misunderstood him:
that army plan applies to an area west of Arad, not to the Zealots'
Valley.
I was glad!
So why had I created taking in this rumour at this time?
Should the possibility of "yerahalu-hum"
push me to move faster towards the "rihlaat"?
Then I fell silent, not knowing what to do:
to make Yahia listen to my vision again, or to let it go?
To my surprise he couldn't bear my silence and worried face and urged
me to talk.
So I did, and Samira partly sat next to us (all the while troubled by the buzz of the kids,
especially running after Faraj,
who lately put his finger into the fire to grasp for a potato...)
I pleaded with him:
"If you do not understand me, at
least do not judge me!
Know that what I want - in the name of God - is a true revolution,
and it will need hours and hours and maybe weeks and weeks to understand
it,
though it's as simple as the fact
that the earth turns around the sun and not the other way round:
Instead of you, the sons of Abraham, running after the Jews and the
West,
the West and the Jews among them need to run after YOU, they need YOU,
they need the treasure of the desert: Space, Purity and Silence,
and they need the personal hospitality only You can give."
I felt, that I got some help from above, but I still felt terrified.
So I stopped , whenever there was a disturbance , caused by the kids
or the (ten kinds of) animals,
and continued only, if he encouraged me to.
Then when I really wanted to put a stop to it myself,
he said gravely:
"I must think of it,
I must think of it a lot.
But I don't want responsibility!"
While he got ready to bring little Heyman (3) to the doctor in Arad
because of an eye-problem,
Hathra showed me a piece of paper,
on which the school asked for her father's authorization and money
for letting her go on a trip with her class.
When I saw - this was the fifth surprise-
that the destination of the excursion was Mitzpe-Ramon, the Ramon-Crater
and the Alpacca-farm,
where I had listened to Gadi's Jazz concert among all the crowd of people
and animals only 2 weeks ago, [there are numerous photos of this area
on the pages of "Desert
Vision -Succah",
- maybe the best recommendation is to link to A
Desert Peace Process!]
I dared to intervene and make her father agree to the trip:
"Please let her go!
Because the Alpacca Farm is only 3 km away from "Succah in the
Desert".
I want her to get to know that area."
He seemed to agree.
Maybe this was the meaning of the coincidence
the presence of both the father and Hathra on Samira's-Maryam's Monday?
This was still not the end.
When we drove back to Kfar HaNokdim (about 25 minutes walk),
who comes towards us?
That brother again!
This time without his father.
The brothers stopped and talked through the windows of their cars.
Suddenly I catch some of their words:
they are talking about me and my "idea".
The brother turns to me:
"When will you come again, I want to hear
all about it!"
Now , let's see, if Yahia will come tomorrow, as agreed,
and take me to "Rakhaf"
and meet my "partners",
and see my tent while still erected and equipped,
before I'll wrap it up soon and bring it - with his agreed help - to
wherever it's "supposed to" be,
wrapped up on my veranda, or set up behind Yahia's home in the Zealots'
Valley....
I shall make no new entry to this
website in the near future,
so as not to disturb the gentle growth of what may be the budding of
a tree.
With this analogy coming to my mind,
I cannot help but seeing a connection to "my" apricot tree
in "my" garden:
Yesterday I photographed the buds and today I see the flowers open....
Since I'm here , I've been watering it and fertilizing it with the manure
of Yusuf's goats and sheep...
yesterday ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~today
2005_03_02 One last memory of that visit with all its
surprise:
A week ago it so happened, that I tried to tell Samira the story of
Noah,
and the landing of the ark on the Mountains of ARARAT.
She had heard the name Noah,
-it's mentioned very often in the Qur'an
When I was sitting next to the fire this time,
Hathra came with her Hebrew school book
(of which she cannot read a word unless she spells the letters out first)
"Mother told me, that you told her about
NOah's Ark.
Look, in my book there is a story about it."
Excited and happy I said:
"Did you know it by the picture?"
"Yes, only by the picture!"
What a coincidence!
That morning I read in the 2005 book of Bible verses (in Hebrew from the "Old" Testament,
and in Greek from the New Testament)
the one short and so significant sentence: "And Noah was a man,.... tamim,
whole, ...
with God he was walking to and fro." Genesis
6:9 "Whole"!
not "good".
The Bible makes it a point, that Noah, after the flood, got himself
drunk and exposed his intimate parts.
"Whole" means, that he walked between plus and minus, good
and bad, happy and sad,
and accepted all of himself totally.
No other human being in the Bible is called "Whole".
But then - Noah is a symbol,
the story "happened" before time began on the Mountains of
ARARAT,
the time of the New Creation, the New Humanity....
Let me remind you.
My vision of Peace-through-Desert-Economy
stems from the understanding,
that only a gigantic common economic interest
can bridge the gap between these nations,
the gap in self-respect.
The (denied)
feeling of the
Biblical Cain - "I'm not worthy, not equal" -
is what - in addition to "FEAR" - prevents peace and cooperation!!!
Because everyone has so much DESERT, [Israel-Palestine 60%, Jordan 83%, Egypt
91%]
the common interest will be
to develop technology and economy in the DESERT!
The governments will have to learn to ask the right question:
What is "The Comparative, Competitive, Advantage" of the
DESERT?
Isn't it "SPS" - Space, Purity and Silence,
a resource desired by many
who suffer from crowdedness, noise and pollution in the cities?
There is much demand!!! but almost no supply!!!
It's not agriculture or industry
that has to be imposed on the DESERT!
The DESERT invites us to e-volve the kind of hospitality I call:
"Re-creation of the Soul" (in
Hebrew: "nofesh
la-nefesh")!
2005_03_04:
The budding apricot-tree next to my window,
which has accompanied this page
blossomed for three days.
I printed it at a shop, framed it and dedicated it
to Amit ,
the newborn son of my landlords,
Ofir and Meital Cohen.
18 days later the Star-Children
planted the bare, naked stalk
of an apple-tree
in "my" garden.
And yet:
that apple-tree baby died after a few months,
and that - perhaps 8 year old - apricot-tree
died slowly through 3 winters.
Now - on May 30, 2011 - it's dead -totally. I am sad, and do not understand...
2010
Continuation
of my togetherness with Rotem and the Starchildrens' Planting on January
30, 2010
[these trees , too, died during the summer-heat...]
For
he shall be as a tree
planted by the waters,
and that spreadeth out its roots
by the river,
and shall not see when heat cometh,
but its foliage shall be luxuriant;
and shall not be anxious
in the year of drought,
neither shall cease from yielding fruit. Jeremia
17:8
The trinity of starchilden had completed to plant
this apple-tree and this pear-tree, [in the plant nursery Borris and Tsippi
had decided to add a pear-tree- according to the Russian song: "they
stand in blossom, apple-trees and pear-trees...." - Borris was
born in Russia!]
Tsippi had to return to her family, while Borris,
Rotem and I ate a simple, tasty lunch,
again a co-creation between Rotem and me, prepared before and during the
planting.
Now the three of us set out for a hike into the "Kidod-Wadi"
[see the
July-hike with Rotem]
["that's a meaningless name",
said Rotem, "I'll call it the Moab-Wadi".
Moab was once what Jordan is today. The main road in Arad is called
Moab Street. "Rut"
was a "Moabite"!]
In front of gorgeous cave we rest and talk and
eat afarsimonim, fruits which Rotem learnt to enjoy this time! The Khamsin
of the last days had turned into a storm of dust, later mixed with rain-drops
, and each of us had his/her turn of telling a
"process" in his/her life
and being listened to attentively and lovingly.
