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
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Stufen Steps

We must know, when and how we have to part

2007_02_13

updated: 2009_01_21
lyrics:
Hermann
Hesse

1941
translation and tune:
Christa-Rachel Bat-Adam
July 1981, when my first-born, Immanuel, was recruited into the army
May 2000, shortened and improved, when Ruth-Efrat,
[who later became Immanuel's second wife] had to leave her beloved Galilee
and move to Shoham, where Immanuel lived, to be close to his children.

Dedicated to starchild Lior Oren a day before she would be "freed" from the army,
but was not sure to where she would go now - 2009_01_19



STUFEN
(von Hermann Hesse)
scanned from my old school book of German poetry

An English Translation which I found

STEPS/STUFEN

As every blossom fades
and all youth sinks
into old age,
so every life's design,
each flower of wisdom,
every good attains its prime
and cannot last forever.
In life, each call the heart
must be prepared courageously
without a hint of grief,
submit itself to other new ties.
A magic dwells in each beginning,
protecting us
tells us how to live.

High purposed we must traverse
realm on realm,
cleaving to none as to a home,
the world of spirit
wishes not to fetter us
but raise us higher,
step by step.
Scarce in some safe
accustomed sphere of life
have we establish a house,
then we grow lax;
only he who is ready
to journey forth
can throw old habits off.
Maybe death's hour too
will send us out new-born
towards undreamed-lands,
maybe life's call to us
will never find an end.
Courage my heart,
take leave and fare thee well

 


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On January 19, 2009, Lior and I discovered this cave (which soon I came to call "the Immanuel Cave"...).
It was there, that our understanding concerning the need to part again for some time - reached its culmination.

 

The next day I walked there again - some 30 minutes north-east of Bet-Nehemya - in order to capture some images connected to our parting

 

 

 



"Are you dreaming about living in this cave?" Lior asked.

She had experienced with me both - Noah's Cave and The Cave of the Womb.

"To live in it, no - though its spacious, with two entrances and a window in the back,
but who knows - perhaps it might be needed as a refuge some day..."

 

 

 

It looks idyllic, doesn't it?
But during both visits , the idyll was marred by the shootings of exercising soldiers some 300 meters below and across the cave


We left the cave and after another 10 minutes or so, sat down below this carob tree - a tree so cherished by me


Sitting on these rocks under the carob-tree we parted lovingly:
Lior has still to grow and to be absolutely certain,
that she is in no way an echo of me,
but her own great self:
Li-Or Or-en.

 

A last letter to Lior, which exemplifies the kind of healing-work
we have been doing together.

I am also expressing my grate-full-ness for all she has given to me,
and for all she has been ready to receive from me.

And I beg her to let herself be accompanied by 3 songs,
this one - "Steps" - and "Balanced I am"
and "She - a ray of the sun, he - a wave of the sea"

Lior answered, that she still hadn't found a farm of sheep or goats to work on.
She also said, that it was hard for her to be separated from me
and that she only now realizes her dependency on me,
(which of course she needs to wean herself from).
She promised to tell me, where to imagine her whereabouts on the plant.
When after 3 weeks I still hadn't heard from her, I wrote her again, on Febr. 18

The final - temporary - parting: in great love - on February 19, 2009