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!"
Intro to Healing-K.i.s.s. 2001-2013
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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
Fine-tuning to my Presence

 

 

2007_08_15

"Sixty-Nine" Hodayot or Thanksgivings


the song for this year's birthday


Benjamin West,
the Angel tells the women, that Jesus of Nazareth was awakened from death

Bernardino Luini
Eliah awakened by an Angel
"God sleeps in stones, breathes in plants, dreams in animals and wakes up in humans"
a Tibetian proverb quoted at the end of a doc. about the Kailash, the holy mountain of Tibet,
part of which I saw this afternoon while eating my lunch.

"I wish you a day with many little joys and full of technology",
laughed Efrat , my daughter-in-love.
Because when she called, I was at the same time on "Skype" with my son, her husband, Immanuel,
since he wanted to not only sing "Happy Birthday", but to install the program which would allow me to receive his albums.
"Of course", I had messed it all up , and even now- 5 hours later - I still don't have this program.


Visiting me at the Sea-Side, at Deal

Only a week ago I exasperated Immanuel,
when I asked for paper-clips and didn't see them in front of my eyes.
But then - I can see the bright side of this,
like my English teacher - Miss Jenny Heymann,
the one who had provided four families in England to take me in for almost no money for a holiday in 1956,
also the first Jewish person I met, and finally the oldest citizen of my home-town Stuttgart, who died at the age of 103 only,
once said:
"People get nervous when they see me always looking for my glasses,
but they don't know what joy I experience every time, when I find them!"





This happened this early morning too:
I got up with great joy, as usually nowadays, towards what I would create today.
In order to create I need "technology",
and it's the people, who made "creation" possible for me, to whom I want to give my first hodayah:
the people who worked together to invent the computer, the Internet, and the softwares I need:
"Dreamweaver" for creating websites in English,
"Firework" for editing images, including Hebrew texts,
"Soundforge" for editing sounds
"Flash" for converting sounds into sound-buttons,
"Babylon" for translating between Hebrew, English, German,
and of course "Word" for letting me set up a diary with templates.

Just to exemplify, how "Word" allows me to use templates, in which the text can be exchanged each day:
In the space between the upper row of templates - my experiences, creations and interactions -
and the lower row of templates - what I should, or more likely: - what I would like to do in the near future,
there is first a new image inserted on each new day,
either because it is relevant to the experiences of this day or to the time a year ago, or simply because it's beautiful.
Then follows my "finetuning" to experiences which still need coping and healing, crying, thinking and deciding.

[on June 15, 2011, this template of my birthday: 2007_08_15 - appeared as deleted.
So I copied from my Diary of 2007 in "Word", what was the template of this day:
2007_08_25
and found it interesting, also because of the image of Ya'acov, my potential peer:]


But back to the first moment of opening the computer:
on the screen a striking painting - thanks to "Webshot".
The angel who announces Jesus' awakening from death.
While I watched, the image changed to another angel.
A modern, distressed angel, with a flower-wreath on his head.

How do I get hold of that first angel, I asked myself?
And there - the immediate help came, isn't this amazing?
I've been enjoying the Webshot slideshow screensaver since 2005,
and only today I suddenly remembered the title in the main menu of my computer:
Webshot Collections!
I remembered Miss Heymann's glasses....

There , in Webshots Imported Collections, I discovered "Fine Art",
and among the Fine Art Folders there was a special folder called "Angels".
Over the years I had imported three of them, three angels.
Seeing the second one, I was happily surprised:
the similarity of structure and content
between Eliyah's awakening and Jesus' awakening,
made me see and feel,
that this was about my own awakening.
I was exhilarated.
And when soon after Immanuel sang "Happy Birthday",
I told him, how my dumbness has again payed off!
He didn't remember the Eliyah-story [see: INTEGRATION],
though he himself accompanied my Eliyah-Rotem song,
at the celebration of both - Rotem's birth and Rotem's Bat-Mitzva,
so I told him:
Eliyah fled into the desert, asking God to let him die.
His great show on the Carmel-mountain about "who is the right God",
had granted him with the miracle of fire coming down on wet wood,
but the festival still ended in utter disaster.
So he had failed.
So he fled into the desert and sat under one Rotem-bush,
"one" in the female form.
"[too] big for me now ! Take my soul away! I'm not better than my fathers."
If only this sentence had been preserved in the Bible, it would have been enough for me...

Then he sleeps under one Rotem-bush, this time "one" is in the male form.
Since the numerical value of "rotem" is ONE, the mystical symbol is clear.

"Yes, and then", I tell my son, "an angel comes and wakes Eliayah up:
"Get up and eat!"
And food and water is provided.
Eliayah goes back to sleep,
exhausted by a lifetime of frustration and un-full-fill-ment.
The angel wakes him up a second time, but this time he says:
"Get up, eat, for bigger than you is the way".
It is the same word "rav", big, which Eliayah had used.
Yes, the way is bigger than you, but you still have to walk it.
Eliyah walks for forty days and forty nights until he is granted an experience.
Its message:
Your doing is not in bringing fire down from Heaven,
nor in storming around and making the earth quake.
Your doing is in the voice of stillness.
[See yet another application of this lesson on June 6-9, 2011]
And one more thing:
You are not alone, as you claim to be (twice!)
There are 7000 people who are like you.

Telling this story for the umptiest time,
I cannot help but sobbing my heart out.
What do I care for all the history and all the moral guidelines in the Bible and in other religions,
as long as I am gifted with the stories of despair of my three peers, Moses, Eliyah and Jeremia.

So I had edited and inserted the two Webshot angels side by side,
not yet knowing, that soon enough the third angel would join them.

Among the sudden hail of gratulations - Immanuel, Micha, Efrat -
was a call, which I missed 3 times.
It was Yaacov, my "twin-brother".
"Thinking of your birthday", he said,
"I imagine going to a plant-nursery and letting them make a wreath of laurels for your head!"
That was his fantastic congratulation.
Again I was stunned!
Hadn't that angel with the flowery wreath wiggled him/herself into the screen-saver an hour ago?
And hadn't I worked yesterday on the song-page of "if it's a painful wreath of thorns which you love"?
Hadn't I found and inserted a stylized crown of thorns as a background image,
and wondered about it, since I no longer wear such a crown...?
"Yes, I do earn a wreath of laurels!
And you couldn't have given me a more precious birthday-present,
you have delighted my heart and made my day!"


Gina Marie Bernardini, Angel X, 1969
[see the coincidence with the name of the artist of Eliyah's Awakening: Bernardino Luini]

 

circa 1968


On the morning of the beginning of the Yom-Kippur War, Oct. 6, 1973
Immanuel reads to me the parody of an Israeli song [photo by our guest Ingrid]

At first when trying to upload this angel again,
there appeared only an empty frame with the title.


'Does it mean, that this angel is no longer representing me?'
And indeed,
like the wreath of thorns is no longer my own,
so the sorrow and pain in this angel's face
are no longer my own.


When Immanuel sang to me at 7:30 via "Skype"
and asked me how I felt on this birthday morning,
I told him:
"I feel joy not only on any new morning,
but even when I go to sleep, towards the next morning,
in order to go on creating."


And to make this more vivid for both of us, I told:
"Remember the books by Ayn Rand,
which - in 1970- Naftali Raz urged me to read,
in order to bolster my lower than lowest self-esteem?
I, indeed, began to acknowledge my own worth,
while before I only complained
of having been born at all,
'since I'm only disturbing all the people around me..'


"But as to the concrete content of the 2 books I read,
- imagine I read a book of 800 pages all in Hebrew!-
I remember only one scene:
In the book called in Hebrew :
"ka-ma'ayan ha-mitgabber"= "As the overflowing spring",
[see the 3rd stanza of the song to my birthday!]
the wicked socialist regime ousts 2 capitalist creators.
They have to hide in the desert,
and it's there that the main character, a woman, says:
"Once, when I went to sleep,
I was already all excited towards the next morning,
when I could go on with my creative activity,
but now..."


"When I read this sentence, I was out of my mind!
Is this possible?
Is this not only a sentence in a book?
One can get up in the morning
and be joyous towards the new day?
like little Mika, who hardly opens her eyes
and already experiences full-fill-ment with every breath?
Oh, more than that!
One can go to sleep
and hardly wait for the next morning!


"It is like that with me, Immanuel,
and who is it - next to "Technology",
invented by the cooperative effort of uncountable people -
to whom I am full of GRATe-FULL-ness for this chance?
I've said it, written it, even sculpted it on this website,
but I'm glad it so happens,
that I can express my GRATe-FULL-ness to you, my son,
on this very birth-day,
GRATe-FULL-ness for 3 specific teachings:
- You helped me
to work more effectively with the computer
- You encouraged me
to start my own website
and helped me to set it up and maintain a hundred times
- And you did not succumb to my quest to you,
to do "the technical part" of maintaining my website,
telling me:

"Once you start with creating on a website,
the technical learning will only increase.
Though doing it myself would take me much less time
than teaching you,
I do want to teach you,
so you'll be able to stand on your own feet later."

"Don't these words sound
like the words of a father to a child?
Well, nowadays
it might - not only in my case - be the other way round....


 



The problem with the "Fountainhead" of creativity,
is that there is always too much create,
and while running to the pool - already twice today -
enjoying the pool and the running,
but also eager to get back and continue to create here,
I sing with the song,
which Immanuel learnt from his English teacher
and which he taught me:
"There never seems to be enough time
to do the things once you find them!"

This problem is still bigger for me
than the other problem connected to creating:
Who will receive all the things created by creative people?
It is one of the fantastic blessings of having a website on the Internet,
that I can write and sculpt and create,
even if nobody will ever open a page.
For me to   i m a g i n e   that someone   w i l l  , is vital for creating.

And having said this, I want to express my deepest GRATITUDE
for the pool and all the people, who make the water flow to the basin,
in which I can swirl and swim and sing.


November 2002, Immanuel's photo of Tomer and Grandma

My Archive as of August 1, 2007–08–03
It is far from being completed,
but the work on it,
defining new sub-folders for more specific categories
opens ever new perspectives and therefore
JOY and GRATe-FULL-ness.

 

BEAUTY

Christa-Rachel in Seventy Years
Christa-Rachel with her Offspring
Family (I) – Ende ,Berge, GUTH
Family (II) – ROSENZWEIG

My Chronology (1)-1935-1964
My Chronology (2) -1965-1984
My Chronology (3) – 1985-2004
My Chronology (4) - since 2005

My People in GERMANY
My People in ISRAEL
My People in the DESERT
My People on the PLANET

My Places in GERMANY
My Places in ISRAEL
My Places in the DESERT
My Places on the PLANET

Periods in my LIFE -1- Pre-Desert
Periods in my LIFE-2-Desert Vision
Periods in my LIFE-3-GRATe-FULLFILL-ment

 

The Folder : "Family (II) -ROSENZWEIG"
with its logical subfolders,
in which are hidden many sub-sub-sub-folders
demonstrates more than any Thanksgiving,
how blessed I am.

Do you think, such an important day would pass without a trigger,
i.e. a chance "to heal a hole in my wholeness"?
There are many days now without triggers,
but not my birthday!
And it has to do with the fantastic family above.
For family are our best "evolutionary partners",
as I read yesterday in a letter from "Go Gratitude",
or in my own words:
because of the mutual dependency,
which does not allow me to run away when I am triggered,
I have a chance to heal and to grow,
and so has the child or grandchild, who is triggered by me.


But now, that I have done some work of coping and healing,
an e-mail pops in, a gift, a compensation, - and - hard to believe -
it is a poem on the background of a multiplied angel!

to former sculpture of my Present     to next sculpture of my Present