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!"

2007_01_20

lyrics and tune:
Christa-Rachel
Bat-Adam

July 1984

This is the only professional recording of one of my songs:
for Radio Berlin 1987

My Amen/Om Psalm

Thousands of paths are in the world
One is the destination of all
Walking to and fro with you in wholeness
every path I'll choose will be life.

[The Hebrew Amen is like the Sanskrit Om
the sound of sounds,
only the Om closes the lips,
while the Amen opens them again.
'Be walking to and fro in wholeness'
is the Biblical command, not 'be good'! Gn17,1]
From puzzle-piece 35


The lyrics came to me,
when - at the Central Bus Station of Tel-Aviv-
I waited for a bus to bring me to Netivot,
to the wedding of a pupil of mine.

Embroidery with the song,
by Ronnit Shai, my daughter, for my Hebrew Bible, August 1985,
to my 47th birthday
6 weeks after I began to live in my mobile home,
also called: Alfê-Netivot
{here with Chana Fairstein-Bloch , the love of my fiance in 1961}

Since Elah had to work, dinner had begun and ended early.
Tomer, too, was to join his sister, the driver, and his brother,
and wanting to say Good-Bye to them outside,
I proposed to Mika to take a heap of newspapers to the garbage-corner
and wait for her siblings there.
Above the wall of that corner, we both discerned a set of beautiful dishes,
a "business-gift" which somebody didn't want and therefore discarded it.

Not only I, but Mika wanted to take the still packed set home,
though I knew what a face her mother would make,
since unlike her, who never comes home without having shopped an item,
I rarely come home without having collected some "junk" from the street.

When the car came along from within that neighborhood towards the street,
we placed the dishes somewhere on the ground and ran to the street to part.
Mika was worried, that someone would take the dishes,
but when we came back, they were still there.

Mika took two little bowls and I took the big one with the other little ones.
Boldly I faced Efrat...... and promised that she would not even detect them.
I also said, that after my "lekh-lekha-exercise" in Arad I promised to myself,
that any new item could come to me only, if an old item would be ready to go.
I even made a song about this, (see Oct. 10-11) and I did discard some "junk",
things which at Shoham I keep either because Mika loves to play with them,
or - mostly clothes - which Efrat bequeathed to me or bought for me,
and I still find it too difficult to say about a gift:"It's not comfortable!"

Qohelet/Ecclesiastes 3:1 "and a time to every object under heaven" 'Shalom'! if it comes, 'Shalom!' if it has to go.

click & stop

 

In my room Mika put a cloth (from my "junk-collektion) on the floor and cooked "a delicious vetetable soup"

 

 

 

The next Morning, Shabbat, Mika lets her parents sleep and makes "shtuyot" (nonsense) in my room

To the left: the name "Mika" written by Mika correctly except for the M, which is turned around.
In the brownish frame there are "many kisses"
and "a shining star" (probably associated from the lullaby which I sing to her every night).

x) "Who is this little man?" "This is a man who sings all day long"
(and while "quoting" him, Mika herselfs dances around singing:)
"I love all the world~~~ I love trees~~~ I love a lamp~~~ I love grandmas"
xx) "This is a woman who sings all day long:
"I don't love the world ~~~ I don't love trees~~~ I don't love a lamp~~~ I don't love grandmas
~~~ I don't love Mikas
I only love tiq (a bag), tiq, tiq....""

When later I wrote the dialog down on the drawing and read it to Mika, she said:
"kol ha-kawod, savta!" ["my respect, savta!", meaning: my respect for remembering all this)

I said: "I really want you to learn that song about the angel" This time she did listen and therefore did pay attention to: "an angel from Yaacov's ladder", glancing at me: "that Yaacov?" meaning my brother-peer in the wheel-chair. (See "My Daily Desire", Oct.17-18, 2009) Seeing her openness , I told her the biblical story. I also opened the Internet to show her paintings. She was fascinated by both these pictures, one - modern - from which she selected the huge rock, and the other - very cherished by me since long - by the English poet William Blake (1757-1827) from which she selected the stars and later the sleeping-dreaming Yaacov. What frightened her, was the "hole" at his feet. "He will fall!" she feared. Since she begged me to take part in the drawing, I showed her the difference of colors between our usual sky and the sky of "outer space", a term, she had recently surprised us with. I had to help her with the direction of the rays...

 

 

 

 

Later on Shabbat morning:

It's time to think of spring and tuck daffodil onions into the small strip of soil between the little lawn and the walls
Part of the onions I had recovered from the pots and planters, which "we" had at Beit Nehemya, before "we" left.

lI love fig-trees and cherish this tiny one with its huge leaves, under which father and daughter now bury daffodil onions

Now it's the turn of wild flower seeds (a "house-warming" gift from Ra'ayah) to be tucked into planters

big hands and tiny hands intertwined