The Purpose  of   HEALING - K.I.S.S.

- as stated 12 years ago - was and is

  to help me and my potential P E E R s 

"to HEAL ourselves into WHOLEness,

and - by extension - all of CREATion!"
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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!"

 

 

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InteGRATion into GRATeFULLness
Close-ups of my Past

2007_05_03-Closeup of 2006_05_02-04

 

Coping-with-Failing Myself
interspersed with photos taken during the first rain of the season on October 29, 2004
around the area of "Zman-Midbar", the hosting business,
which was the stage of my "failing-myself".


On top of the hills: Zman Midbar-DesertTime


This is a true "Close-up" of what I perceived and still perceive
as shameful behavior on the Eve of the Day of Independence, on May 2, 2006.
The Diary which was written all day long the next day, the Day of Independence itself,
is an example of how I cope with what I interpret as failing MYSELF!
The diary then, and the editing on my website now,
gives me a chance to complete a long healing process.

And I shall do this now by giving thanks
first for what was "good" even then,
especially the nightly walk in the desert - to Rakhaf - with Tomer,
my grandson and my greatest teacher [then 11 years old],
and second for what was "bad" then, but good, because healing, now!

The following day, May 4, 2006, there is an entry in English,
which proves, that I still wasn't done with my pain and shame:

Avi Kushnir
[Nov. 7, 2011, I still see him in the show: "Life isn't everything"
and still feel shame, every time anew...]
and his enthusiasm for Zen:
instead of teaching him that I know better, and that he is denying,
I should have drawn out of him his experiences,
first in order to learn more myself,
second in order to give him the chance
to articulate himself and thus to learn more himself.

I finally gave up teaching him and instead listened to him
when we walked up the hill to see the firework of Independence Day above Arad.
But that was the moment, when I should have been with myself and with Tomer.

Instead I acted on my pattern of sacrificing myself for someone else.
I wouldn't have fallen into these two traps
teaching instead of listening
and sacrificing myself,
if right in the beginning I had gone with Tomer and Yiftach, as they wanted,
instead of "wanting to drink first".
I had water with me and if I had listened to my angel Tomer,
I would have avoided the encounter with the Kushnirs,
as well as with Ibrahim the Bedouin and - most important - with Sefi and Efi,
at least at that stage, where I forced them to relate to me.

The end of a long dream this morning was,
that in a lesson with grownups the teacher said,
I should – "at this point" – tell about Cain and Abel,
though the subject had to do with something economic.
I said:

"Well, I've never looked at this story from this perspective,
but we could do this together."

Though there were only 20 minutes left until 2 o'clock, the end of the lesson,
I left the big classroom to think for some minutes.
but when I came back,
there was no chance for my work.

This is a recurring theme in my dreams:
I'm about to teach some class or to simply say something,
and suddenly everybody is gone.
Just now I read about Rabbi Aqiba and Rabbi Shimon ben Yohai.
The latter came to prison

[persecution till death at the time of Emperor Hadrian]
to learn from the former,
but Rabbi Aqiba - afraid, that this might draw Rabbi Shimon into his calamity,
said:

"Be sure that the cow wants to give more than the calve wants to drink!"
This became a proverb in Israel up to this day.
But !!!
Rabbi Aqiba hinted at the possibility,
that Rabbi Shimon didn't need any teacher but could teach himself.

Shall I ever be able to let go of the need to teach others?
I may meet Lior Oren tomorrow or on Shabbat!
Will I be able to only guide her to her own knowing?
And my need to tell about myself,
to articulate my understandings?

 


Tomer, my greatest teacher - the Angel-Devil, 2001

 


 

[I read and copy this today - exactly a year later -
in the face of the demonstration on Tel-Aviv's Rabin-square
against Olmert,
demanding that he resign because of his gigantic mistakes in the last war,
the so-called "Second Libanon-War"
which was launched two months after that Day of Independence...
]

 

Also in the rain of October 2004:
The road from Arad to Kfar-Noqdim to Massada passes by "Rakhaf" and "Zman Midbar"
It was this road on which I hitchhiked to join Tomer, a guest of guests at "Zman Midbar"

 


 



There is the one spot on that road Arad - Kfar Noqdim - Massada, from where both can be seen: Rakhaf and Zman Midbar

 

 

In 1993 Efrat Sar-Shalom gave workshops about
"A Course in Miracles" in "Succah in the Desert",
and it was there that she wrote that wonderful dedication into a book she gave me:
"The Only Planet of Choice" -"Essential Briefings from Deep Space"

Compiled by Phyllis V. Schlemmer & Palden Jenkins 1993

A relevant passage in that book, p. 253
Tom: We are attempting to prepare Israel for understanding.
There are more great intellects within the nation of Israel than in many lands,
but there is in truth more emotionalism of minds that are not in control -
minds that emotions control, rather than minds controlling emotion.
Because of this energy of the nation of Israel,
this planet Earth cannot move forward."

Of' course, I don't agree, that emotions have to be "controlled"
rather than moved physically and evolved,
but I tend to agree,
that it is because of us, Israel, that Earth cannot move forward)

 

 



 


 

Finally a response came from the BELOVED:

"But you will not attract them by your words and your "I know better" attitude.
So yes, you stumbled into all the old traps, and reversal will be the consequence.
Sefi and Efi will now be even more cautious of you and avoid you.
And the Kushnirs will not be keen to learn more who you are and what you stand for.

"But do not judge yourself, Mar-Yam!
What is now needed for your evolution more than anything else,
is that you abide in your hiddenness in our "Succah".
This also means, that you accept and move your constant doubting,
that you "may be wrong after all",
wrong , may be , when "doing" and actively pursuing your desert vision,
but wrong also, maybe , when "not doing"
and when missing opportunities which seem to be provided by Us.

"Haven't you been talking for decades ,
that you have to let go of security and certainty?

"Take your ancient principle as an analogy:
Parsifal and Lohengrin:
if in doubt: choose Parsifal,
i.e. it is better to ask a personal question at the wrong timing,
than to not ask when asking would be the most compassionate thing to do.

"But concerning your talking about your vision
choose Lohengrin:
when in doubt – leave it out.
Even if you miss opportunities!
Even if you may be disobedient to Us.
This will not guarantee you certainty!
But it will train you in trusting that the sprout grows by itself,
while your constant pushing makes it weak
and slows down its natural growth.


"You are afraid now, that we might suggest,
that you even stop distributing your Cave Cards,
and that – when "Yahia" will again say:
"Have you left the Cave"?
???? ?? ??????!
You'll be able to answer
– without presenting your victim-face –
"Yes - for the time being!"

Yes, I tremble imagining both – hiding the Cave-Card
and accepting people's misunderstandings , judgments
and maybe even their gloating:
dass die Verrueckte endgueltig zur Strecke gebracht ist.

[that the crazy woman is finally finished - I don't know the English slang for this]


 

 

 

(2)


Completion on 2007_05_04

In the eyes of those "actors in my drama" I probably did nothing wrong,
and it therefore is incredible, what immense shame came up during all this year
whenever something reminded me of that Eve of the Day of Independence
in "Desert Time" or "Zman Midbar"
with Tomer, my grandson, with Sefi&Efi, and with the family of Avi Kushnir.
The reminders came mostly from getting a glimpse of Kushnir on television,
for it seems to me , that I never went to the desert east of Arad since then,
never passed by the entrance to "Rakhaf" or "Zman Midbar",
never met any of the desert people, Jews and Bedouin alike,
who were so much a part of my path to and work on the "Cave of the Womb" .

Now, when the Day of Independence came close [this year on April 23],
I again coped with the shame, - even before I discovered last year's entry on May 3.
And since I am now so much living InteGRATion into GRATeFULLness,
I started to give thanks for that great day of independence from pains and judgments

 

On May 6, 2007, I discovered,
that three days after that terrible day of coping with having failed myself,
I had written a letter to Tomer.
Since it conveys the relative wholeness I reached by then, I'm inserting it here,
and - since that night at Zman-Midbar I had no camera with me -
intersperse it with photos of Tomer taken during the Pesach week, April 2007
in three different locations and situations,
with his step-sister Mika in Shoham, a town near Israel's airport,
where we were just about to celebrate Pesach by singing songs,
with his brother Alon in New-York, on a flight with his pilot father,
and at the Mediterranean in Acre, where his step-mother's parents live.



be-ahavah - Tomer

to former accidental closeup of my Past to next accidental closeup of my Past

 

 

 

December 24, 2010, continued

In December 2010 I went to a shop for scanning old negatives. Their order is accidental.
On this page I'm inserting photos of "Succah in the Desert": 1991

 


This is the backside of the Abraham-Succah, where we received visitors, and where we cooked and ate together with our guests/
The open part was originally a "real" succah, i.e. constructed for the Festival of Succot by Ram Eisenberg, a unique architect.
Instead of dismantling it after the Festival, we arranged it as a veranda,
and it stayed like that - I think - until the entire Abraham-Succah burnt to the ground in 1998,
4 years after I had left the Succayah as a hostess,
and 2 years after I had made my "Lekh-Lekhâ" from Succah-in-the Desert altogether.
The palm-frond covered bicycle wheel - my idea - turned in the wind.


An idyllic view from the "veranda" to the Ya'acov-Succah.
The tables were a gift of a guest, who had a huge carpentry business

 

 

Guests are practising Yoga and volunteers are preparing what? probably something that was connected to the shower structure [see the original one!]
- beneath the water-container covered with palm-fronds.
(the water-container - one cubic-meter, was a gift from a friend of Itamar Kechteil, which I had to fetch from a pool in Jerusalem,]
When I racked my brain, how to solve the problem of having running water in shower and kitchen, I saw the miracle:
the difference of height between the nearby soft ridge and the Abraham-Succah
could provide us with the gravitation needed for making the water run.
When we tried it out, it was just as I had intuited it!
With the help of two German volunteers
(actually paid by the mother of one of them, Irene Hahn, who also helped me out with money after the first year),
we built a jeep-track up to the spot of the water-tank.
The track was still used for bringing the water to the tank, when I visited the last time, in January 2010...

 

"Partnership Diary", 1977, p. 140b-153 -continued
~~~~ [first insert in Learn&Live 7, last in Closeup to my Past]



continuation

"Liberty through Responsibility", 1975, page 45 continued
~~~~ [first insert in Learn&Live 6, last in Closeup to my Past]




This story of Eliyahu, one of my three beloved peers in the Bible,
I've inserted several times in "Healingkiss", see "Integration"

continuation

 

Sometimes
there was a chance
to take the jeep
and drive
into the desert.
Thus I discovered
the tree,
which is called
"Elah",
an Atlantic Oak.
I photographed it
in all its details
and made
a kind of tapestry
for Elah's
my granddaughter's,
3rd or 4th birthday.
I imagined it
hanging
above her bed.
I never saw it again.

As other gifts
I made for Elah,
with great investment
of time,
when I had no time at all.
Her mother

didn't like my creations.
See also in 5th stage of Succah

 

continuation of the sequence of old slides about my bus-life and Succah-in-the-Desert ,
interspersed with 2 related documents about my Partnership involvement in 1975 & 1977