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- as stated 12 years ago - was and is

  to help me and my potential P E E R s 

"to HEAL ourselves into WHOLEness,

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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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2007_09_25; last update: 2007_10_01

Mika's HolyDay-Holiday of Yom Kippur [Sept. 21-22, 2007]

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Some more Yom-Kippur images of the Mika's playground,
before I'll deal with the other side of the Yom Kippur "don't do" and "don't eat&drink"

One of the greatest challenges for Mika's search for full-fill-ment
are stairs and ladders.
She is hardly 20 months old, and see, how
she "handles" , better "feetles" such steep, thin bars.

Finally she says - as one of her few clear words - "holkhim" - let's go.
Inside the house she get's off the stroller and climbs up the stair-case,
while I have to carry the stroller.
Using the elevator would be more convenient,
but it was Grandma who showed her the alternative of the stairs...

 


Now to the other side of the coin:

Not-Doing and not Eating&Drinking as a symbol is vital.

But to carry it through physically might be counter-productive for some people.



How did I myself live the Holyday-Holiday of Yom Kippur?

The truth is, that on the exterior level I lived the opposite:
I did do - even hard work, and I did eat and drink.
Why?


As to not eating and drinking:
Just a week earlier I had gone through a fast of 46 hours,
in order to heal an attack of what were probably amoebae in my intestines.
Moreover - not drinking would be very damaging to my weak bladder.
So, in former years, when I didn't fast, I ate a bit of dry bread and drank only water.
To keep a strict fast, would not help me to come in contact with myself.
For the sake of experience I kept a five day fast twice in my life.
I did not feel the benefit of it,
though from the third day onward fasting is easy.

But a one-day fast side-tracks me from my goal!
my goal of being in close contact with my thoughts, my feelings, my sensations,
and forces me to concentrate on the suffering of Body.
"But this is exactly the point", will people say,
"make your soul suffer, in order to atone for your sins!"

This reasoning does not appeal to me, on the contrary, it is misleading!

Already in the Bible there is a passage which is extremely critical of ritual fasting:

Buber-Rosenzweig Verdeutschung der Schrift.

...heischen von mir Gerichte der Bewahrheitung,
geluesten nach Gottesnaehe:
Wozu haben wir uns kasteit-
du hast es nicht angesehn,
unsre Seelen wir gebeugt-
du willst es nicht wissen!
-Wohl:
am Tag eurer Kasteiung
findet ihr doch ein Geluest aus
und treibt all euren Erwerb bei!
woh:
zu Streit und Gerauf kasteiet ihr euch,
mit frevler Faust dreinzuschlagen,-
nicht kasteit ihr euch, wies heutzutag ist,
in der Erhabenheit eure Stimme hoeren zu lassen.
Soll dergleichen die Kasteiung sein,
die ich erwaehle,
der Tag,
an dem der Mensch seine Seele eugt?!
Dass er seinen Kopf binsengleich hangen laesst,
Sackleinen und Asche sich unterbettet,
willst du dazu ausgerufen haben:
Kasteiung! Gnadentag IHM??
Ist nicht erst dies die Kasteiung,
die ich erwaehle:
die Klammern des Frevels zu oeffnen,
der Jochstange Band zu sprengen
und Geknickte auszuschicken ledig?
Alljedes Joch solltet ihr zertruemmern!
Its nicht:
fuwer den Hungernden brechen dein Brot,
dass schweifende ebeugte
du ins Haus kommen lassest,
wenn du einen Nackenden siehst
dass du ihn huellest:
vor deinem Fleisch verstecke dich nicht!

 

The alternatives suggested by the critical prophet,
 who may have lived at the time
when Yom-Ha-Kippurim was established,
are worthwhile in themselves,
but they completely miss
what I see as the deeper meaning
of this Holyday-Holiday ,
this literal "time-out".
New International Version

...They ask me for just decisions
and seem eager for God to come near them.

3 'Why have we fasted,' they say,
'and you have not seen it?
Why have we humbled ourselves,
and you have not noticed?'
"Yet on the day of your fasting, you do as you please
and exploit all your workers.

4 Your fasting ends in quarreling and strife,
and in striking each other with wicked fists.
You cannot fast as you do today
and expect your voice to be heard on high.

5 Is this the kind of fast I have chosen,
only a day for a man to humble himself?
Is it only for bowing one's head like a reed
and for lying on sackcloth and ashes?
Is that what you call a fast,
a day acceptable to the LORD ?

6 "Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:
to loose the chains of injustice
and untie the cords of the yoke,
to set the oppressed free
and break every yoke?

7 Is it not to share your food with the hungry
and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter—
when you see the naked, to clothe him,
and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?


And why did I - this year - DO hard work?

I live the message of Yom Kippur the whole year through,
I have ceased to manifest
- on the exterior level - what has been and still is my vision,
my vision of "Peace through Hosting-Economy in the Desert".

I have limited my interactions to the minimum,
i.e. to my family and to those friends, who can truly stand up to me.

I live alone, all-one, with my computer and my little garden,
even going to town only once a month,
to the post-office to receive my Old-Age Allowance from the National Insurance,
and to buy those few things, that don't come to me by themselves - sugar, oil, milk, butter
and once a year powder for the laundry and a fluid for washing dishes.


So why did I want to take upon myself a special task on this Yom Kippur?

Because I felt like giving a gift to my daughter-in-love, Mika's mother:
checking and putting order into all the toys of Mika.
I could set out to do this difficult job only with the strength that this Day would render me.
For this was not only work for my body and mind, but also for my emotional stomach:
the affluence of people in general and of children in particular causes me pain, for many reasons...


So many dolls and animals to cuddle!
But she also "had to" risk,
what had been forbidden to her so many times,
to throw something down through the bars of the veranda.
This time it was the beloved dummy of her favorite doll.
Mika made a scene, but her mother shrugged her shoulders.
"It's lost! Nothing can bring it back!"


"See the bee", shouted Efrat, "take a photo".
So besides the artificial toys,
I have also a living bee on my Yom-Kippur page,
in addition to the flowers in the pots,
of which we take care together,
Immanuel when he is there a
nd I, when he is not there

 


This is part of the exhibition I arranged, after I had found bags and boxes for items that belonged together,
animals, things that make noises, musical instruments, puzzles etc. etc. etc.
Below there are two groups which I left where they were: Mika's DVDs and Mika's books:

 

   

 
Mika was delighted to re-discover all kinds of things.
Most enjoyable was to stand on or in boxes I had emptied or filled.
The little suitcase now contains all kind of pretty nonsense.

By the way, the kitchen, in which she "cooks" something,
did not reach the exhibition on the veranda,
since it has its permanent stand next to the piano in the living-room.
As to the big empty, transparent box on wheels, I remember this scene:
Mika was lying on the sofa in the study room, where Imma made her ready for the night.
I wanted to be present and seated myself on the huge desk, with my feet on the empty box.
I wasn't aware of that at all, but oh! Mika got an idea!
She evaded her mother's hands, jumped up, climbed up the box
and was just about to climb from there up to the desk,
when she felt, that the box gave way because of its wheels.
So she got down, checked the box, took of its cover
and enthusiastically sat in it, like in Noah's ark....

 
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