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
Last page of "ARARAT-HEART", before
I returned to create solely on "HEALING-K.I.S.S.",
following two great events in my life: Mika's birth on 20/12/06 and
"Ya'acov's Limping" but see a new insert on Sept.25, 2009 at the bottom
of this page
See below "A short history
since April 2005 [till January 26, 2006]:
Christa-Rachel
Bat-Adam or MARYAM
Once upon a time there
was a cave, used by shepherds for centuries, with a pile of stones
in front of it, heaped up by them against the wind from the west and
north.
The cave was full with swept-away soil, camel manure and ashes, leftovers
of the shepherds' fires, and with snakes. lizzards and insects in
all the cracks and crevices.
I am sculpting this page, while waiting for my tenth
grandchild to be born today or tomorrow,
A chance to let my vision be fulfilled through me
is the necessity and my ability to hitchhike.
I hitchhike 5 times a week to the "Cave of the Womb" in the
Zealots' Valley, 7 km, to and fro.
I hitchhike every Sunday to "Noah's Cave and Hot Pond" at
the Dead Sea, 70 km, to and fro.
Wednesdays I stay at home or go north for Grandma's Day, partly by bus,
partly hitchhiking.
Why is this a chance ?
Because many a driver asks: "Why is a woman
your age hitchhiking? What do you do?"
And then I have one minute up to one hour to make people remember their
own dreams!
A one-minute digest of "what I do" is now printed on a photo
of the Cave-of-the-Womb.
Visitcard in Hebrew 2006_04_26
and in English 2005_12_19
"Cave
of the Womb"between Arad and Masada
inthe Zealots'
Valley At this stage of realizing my vision(since July 4, 2005)I
prepared a cave - to be available! Available for the Bedouin
families meant to be pioneers of realizing
the vision.
A Vision
about Peace through the Common Interest of
Economy in the Desert,
an Economy based on the Desert Resources = Space, Purity and
Silence [SPS]
Crowdedness, noise and pollution in the city produce great demand
for SPS !
The supply that is still missing - despite "Succah
in the Desert" - is: Personal Hospitality in Mobile Hosting Enterprises
on Public Land.
At present the young
shepherds use the -equipped- cave as a cultural youth center
as well as a hosting space: they make a fire & offer tea
and bread for a tiny sum.
I myself dig out pathes to the Cave. One of them - 30 min. -
starts at Kfar Noqdim!
Maryam or Christa-Rachel Bat-Adam (founder
of "Succah in the Desert") Arad89061,
Khaelmonit 15 c/o Ofir Cohen, 054-6290290, joy@empower.co.il www.empower.co.il/healingkiss >My Life's Harvest>My Community:
Desert Vision - "Rihlah"
www.empower.co.il/ARARAT
My mobile phone doesn't function
in the Zealots' Valley,
The last news I got at 12:40, when already on my way: "They are now moving Efrat into the
operation room!"
I watched the clock to find out
later, what I was doing.
That day I had to walk all the way, no car picked me up.
This gave me a chance to accompany Mika continuously.
It was 1:47, when I had accomplished descending the hill.
I entered the Cave of the Womb and sat down to breathe.
Looking around I felt like doing
something special, unusual:
I opened the goashe colors which I had brought for the kids
and painted nice patterns over some dirty spots on the rugs.
When I wanted to move on with the hoe in my backpack
to improve on some sections of the path to Kfar Noqdim,
clouds covered the sky, though the forecast said: no rain!
There had not be a drop of water yet in this desert winter.
Expensive animal fodder has to be bought and brought.
"Are you going to bring us rain, Mika?"
I decided to let go of the path that day,
of the digging and of the tactics of "letting myself be seen".
We never had a chance to see how the Cave reacts to rain.
The playground and hosting space might turn into a cistern!
So I piled up the equipment in the two higher level corners
and resumed my work of sieving and separating soil&stones
shouting: "rain, please rain!" whenever I emptied the pails,
dispersing the sand on the oval "arena" in front of the Cave
and the stones on the fortification of its slope to the East.
Mika did not bring the rain that
day, but told me:
' Today you must stay in the Cave, in the Womb -
recall and restate and reiterate your triple Credo!
Then the seed of your vision, growing in darkness,
the vision of people accepting&loving themselves
and therefore !! accepting and loving each other!!
will come true as sure as the rain after a draught.'
My triple Credo - so far only in Hebrew:
If
you want your dream to be ,
take your time! go slowly!
do a few things, but do them well,
heartfelt work grows slowly....
Day by day, stone by stone,
build your secret slowly
Day by day, you grow too
simple joys are holy.
If
you want your dream to be,
Build it slow and surely!
Small beginnings, greater ends,
Hearfelt work grows purely.
A
song from a movie I've never seen,
but was taught in 1982,
a movie about that beloved human,
Franciscus of Assisi or St. Francis.
A short history
since April 2005 [till January 26, 2006]:
After half a year of having visited Samira's family once , later twice
a week, always for two and a half hours,
"something new needed to happen",
as Samira put it later.
I used a triggering event to tell them, I would not come for the next
two months.
After 40 days exactly the new message arrived: "Stop doing!
Stop visiting! Stop initiating anything at all.
Just be available, there, in the Zealots' Valley, 15 minutes from those
families.
Prepare the cave, which you discovered in March,
when you started with that path between the road and Samira's place,
and make pathes to it.
The rest will follow by itself."
I was also told, that the need to hitchhike or walk-and-be-seen-walking,
was part of "being available".
The message was also, that in this cave I should never stay overnight!
I should walk to it and be there five days a week, 5-6 hours per day,
Not more, not less, the time for getting there & getting back included.
So on July 4th, 2005
I walked to the entrance of the path we had
started in March,
and climbed down for 20 minutes.
The path wasn't very good yet, so later I improved on it.
What I managed to carve out that first day, created a cavity that reminded
me of a womb.
So I came to call it "the Cave of the Womb."
[I'm writing this on 2005_12_20,
12:06 at noon, and must leave now for the cave,
without knowing, if Mika has been delivered from the womb by a Cesarean
as was decided yesterday.]
I thought it would take
a long time, until the rumors would reach Samira's family.
But lo and behold! On the fifth of July - who passed by? Yusuf, Samira's eldest, on a white
donkey , with his goats and sheep behind him!
He entered the cave, his back bowed lowly, since the cave was still
full of bad soil,
and said:
"Maybe, we could bring tourists here and
offer them tea!"
I was absolutely stunned! I even felt some resistance: "The
Cave isn't meant for that!"
But quickly my understanding caught up: "But
if you want to do that, it would be fine!"
What a training this would be for Yusuf and others towards becoming
hosts of a Rihla!
After three months, on the Eve of Rosh Hashanah, the Cave was ready
- more or less.
The sieved soil and separated stones had been transformed into a beautiful
oval space.
Once I saw Yusuf, the shepherd (13), and Eed, a highschool pupil (15),
dance there
together..........................................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And then came
the first guests, my personal guests or neighbors, so far.
When this happened the first time, - it was a soldier who had picked
me up,
it was again Yusuf - who came there "by chance" - who took
the initiative:
"Today you'll not work on the path! Stay
in the Cave!"
"But the soldier came to help me with the path!" I
protested.
How dumb I was!
"Oh, you think, this is your first chance to function as a host?"
He nodded , a bit embarrassed.
"But it's Ramadan! You will not have your
pot, sugar and tea with you!"
"A Bedouin never goes out without these things!" So he initiated himself as a host.
Later we had to work it out with his father - which went well -
and with his uncle Ali - which cost me all my ability of persuasion.
"According to
Bedouin tradition one does not even ask a guest why he came and where
he's going.
Only after three days the guests is required to take part in the work
of the family.
But to take money?"
I knew and I know what my vision is up to.
"What is the alternative today, Ali?
That you Bedouin are either badly paid laborers in a Jewish hostimg
business,
or that you forget your tradition altogether and become capitalist "hosts"
like so many Bedouin in Sinai!"
"Take
your time, go slowly!
Do a few things but do them well!
Heartfelt work grows purely!"
Listen to the song in my
SongGame 2007
2005_12_23
Maryam
The end of my story with "The Cave
of the Womb" so far:
Mika, my
youngest grandchild, was born on December 20, 2005.
A month later - on the day of Samira's 31st birthday all came to an
end.
the most painful strain in my right groin and hip
told me
that my work in the exterior world was done
I follow my
understanding and new lekh-lekhâ on January 1, 2009,
that - after 7 years -
I should no longer create new pages on my 2 websites,
but intermingle the evidence of new experiences with that on existing
pages.
On the morning of the festival
we drove to a spacious memorial-site on the grounds of Kibbutz Hulda,
in order to enjoy ourselves.
But listening to the recorded voice from some automatic device
about the young man, Tal Tsaemach, who had "given his life"
etc. etc. etc.
I felt heavy.
It was the second memorial site within 18 hours, and even Micha said: "Memorial sites are becoming a fashion
all over the country."
Of course, it's better to plant a lawn for children to play on
instead of erecting a stone on a grave.
But the ideology of self-sacrifice is being reinforced.
I want the young people to discover
what gives them true zest and true full-fillment
without needing "Fighting" " and "Heroism".
On Sept. 20, the 2nd day of Rosh Hashanah, I hitchhiked from
Micha's family at Mazkeret Batya back to Arad.
The day before Micha, the kids and I, had carefully checked - both with
"Google-Maps" and in real topography,
how I could hitchhike on the relatively new Highway 6 and get off a
car and on a car - both legally and safely.
The images show the way north, first the bridge for agricultural traffic
-not for me- and the bridge to road 411.
Though here we cross the arched brigde, it's the bridge further on,
where I should get off
From the arched bridge we look south and see the Highway 3 bridge which
crosses Highway 6 On
what bridge are we now? Oh , it's so confusing...
Looking north , this is the bridge to road 411, which leads to Mazkeret
Batya.
If I hitchhike on Highway 6, I have to persuade the driver -against
the law -
to let me off under the bridge, from where I jump over the rail and
climb up,
cross the bridge, wait for Micha or lift my hand for a last hitchhike
stretch.
To find a safe, legal spot for hitchhiking south is an entirely different
matter.
After the
harmonious hours with the families of my two sons (not with my daughter
to my regret),
Micha brought me - by driving first on road 411, turning right opposite
Tel Shachar on road 3, till "Soreq-Junction"?
There he let me off and while I lifted my hand standing at the entry
track to Highway 6, an old car stopped rightaway.
When I got in, saying serenely "Toda!"
and "Shalom"
as usually, my
pretty birthday dress got hooked on two screws in the door-frame.
As carefully as I tried to remove the cloth from the hooks,
I still ended up with a big hole in the dress,
I tried to communicate with my drivers and his friend,
they only knew Russian and Spanish and some ten
words in Hebrew,
which helped them to understand, that I was Jewish, while they were
Christians.
Committed Christians, as I guessed by the radio
singing which they joined.
They were disappointed that we couldn't communicate and so was I.
At Lehavim
junction the only Jewish man among my five drivers on that day picked
me up,
but only until Lehavim, about 3 km.
He knew me rightaway: "You were born as
a Christian in Germany and I was born in a Concentration Camp."
When he reminded me, I remembered too:
A rare "case" of a birth in a Concentration Camp and one that
didn't end with immediate death...
When he let me off, "at the second entrance", as he remembered
my preference from the last time,
I began to walk and walk and walk - but there were too many cars rolling
on this side-way on this day.
When a Bedouin stopped, I understood why: it was the first day of Id-al-Fitr,
the end of Ramadan.
Jews and Muslims - both were celebrating, and when he let me off at
the entry of Laqia,
I could see an endless chain of cars driving in and out of this Bedouin
town.
My nice elderly driver had said: "I'll come back in
half an hour, and if you'll still be there, I'll take you to Arad,
but you surely will find someone else."
So I waited for a while at the junction
and this gave me the chance to discern this composition and this poster:
a mosque, a tennis-court and the image of "a new family": "Watch out - children behind you
thank you for your cooperation!"
I was so pleased with
this image, that I mentioned it to the next driver,
also a Bedouin, recently married,
who drove till another of the 6 Bedouin towns: Kseifeh.
"A father and a mother , each one
happy, each one with a child,
so as to demonstrate,
that nowadays both parents are equally giving attention to their children." My driver had never paid attention
to this family- poster at the entrance to Laqia, his town,
but (but?) his association was a ghastly story of a murder which happened
there recently, "which obliges the family of the murdered
to take revenge!"
He ended the story with "he'll kill
the murderer and finished!"
Never mind law, police and prison in Israel in 2009....
My last driver - till Arad - was also a Bedouin, who wondered,
if ever any Jewish driver were picking me up...
I thought:
yes a Jew born in a Concentration Camp towards the end of the holocaust,
picked up a woman brought up in Germany all through the years of the
holocaust...
A day later Jibreel
visited me and told me - what else is new? -
how he let himself be victimized by his own society and nation.
He, too, had never discerned "the new family".
It suited me well to turn his attention to the poster - "as one
sign",
how things change for the better, as promised already 2500 years ago:
(3) "Behold, I am making newness, [the adjective "new"
in feminine form] now she will grow,
don't you know her?
(4)
"For HE created newness on earth [here, too, the adjective
"new" is in feminine form,
contrary to the saying, repeated in Ecclesiastes
1:9-10
"there is nothing new under the sun"-
]
female encircles (or "encloses"
or "encompasses") male!
See and listen to the entire song see, how this old song of mine
became so relevant
in the year 2009
scroll down on SongGame2007,
Sept. 16
But "things" will change for the better only if we give our
WHOLE attention
to whatever desired "newness" we are already able to perceive
and grasp,
instead of victimizing ourselves to all what we becry and judge and
blame.
"When you acknowledge what you do
not want,
and then ask yourself, "What is it that I do want?"
you begin a gradual shift into the telling of your new story
and into a much-improved point of attraction.
You get the essence of what you think about
- whether you want it or not -
because Law of Attraction is unerringly consistent -
therefore, you are never only telling the story of "how it is now."
You are also telling the future experience that you are creating right
now." The daily e-mail quote from "Abraham"
on September 27, 2009
See more in
'I honor all their experiences'
On
what bridge are we now? Oh , it's so confusing...
