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InteGRATion into
GRATeFULLness
Singing&Sounding keeps me Sound
Balanced I am, flexible and strong
| 2007_04_29 Balanced I am, flexible and strong |
lyrics&tune:
Christa-Rachel Bat-Adam 1991_03_06 In a storm on the edge of the Ramon-Crater [Negev, Israel] |
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I am, flexible and strong Wanting to be like you, was wrong I yearned to love and laugh among you all and to dance and to sing my song in pain~~~ in vain~~~ for much too long I've learnt to be myself: a Queen, alone, all-one, at last serene |
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This photo of the Ramon-Crater - from the spot, where the song created itself - was taken by me perhaps in 2002
Another song about balancing: from K.i.s.s.-log 2008_04_02
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"walking humbly with your God"
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2010_05_15- Compare the Rock above with this
Wave below....
And yet another song about balancing, which grew gradually:
From K.i.s.s.-Log 2008,
October 17 [see the entire "altar"!]
and from K.i.s.s.Log
2008, October 19 [see the passage underneath
"the altar"]
The song was inserted once more on K.i.s.s.-log
2008, Oct. 24, this time together with the original Mongol tune
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This is a central theme on Healing-K.i.s.s. - see also the last stanza of a Hebrew song - hi keren ha-shaemesh.
To my great surprise - on a casette with the songs played during Pat Grove's "I AM" and "Joyspring" workshops in 1987 - I discovered a very famous song,
which - in the chorus - says just this: Learning to love yourself, it is the greatest love of all
From a "Communication with Deity" about my "wrestling with Tomer" in 2003
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The picture [in
a Tarot lay-out] to the word "love" doesn't make
sense to me, "You refer to love as loving
someone else, This reminds me that I heard myself
saying to my
young friend Meirav Exactly! |
GREATEST LOVE OF ALL written by Michael Masser and Linda Creed performed by Whitney Houston [youtube] ~~~1985 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I believe that children are our
future Everybody's searching for a hero I decided long ago never to walk in anyone's shadow
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2010
 She writes "Mika" on a stone which she picked up from the ground |
 A moment later she enjoys a green fig which she plucked from a baby-tree |
Since 2009_08_01, I employ song-page after song-page for documenting and exploring the evolution of Mika, the youngest of my 10 grandchilden,
who exemplifies to humankind by her own living-doing, how to PLAY-FULLY CREATE from moment to moment ZEST-FULLY and FULL-FILLED
"....Manifestation is meant to be a playground
where being and doing are fun..."
[Godchannel, Second Interview with the Folks]
On May 12, 2010, after kindergarden I caught one lovely
scene in my room:
Mika - on the drawing chest - was creating a big paper-heart for Imma,
and Imma was preparing a sign, which I could stretch out when hitchhiking,
since last time, when standing on the furcation between Highway 6 to the South
and the HIghway to Jerusalem,
the police - alarmed by some driver - caught me, and two nice men drove me
to the Modi'in railway station....
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Mika's skill in drawing hearts, even such a big heart, without any template or mould |
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Thursday, May 13, 2010, morning - before Abba came
home from his flight
"Boqer tov, savta!"
she greeted me, for a change, when she opened the door.
She probably felt a bit guilty, since in the middle of the night she had crept
into her mother's bed, without Imma realizing it.
When Efrat woke up, frightened, and discerned sleeping Mika, she let her stay,
and in the morning, again - didn't realize,
that Mika silently crept out of her parents' bed, without waking Imma up,
and came... to me.
She then led me to the heart, which she and Imma had stuck to the parents'
bedroom, with the thread dangling down.
Of course, the hole got torn the moment Mika wound the thread around her neck,
and I invented a more stable hole...
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Later,
when Mika came to the drawing chest, with this cardboard book cover on it, I said: "Mika, you were glad to get this book cover from me last week, but you only doodled on it and did not really take advantage of it! " And then I told her that it was the book cover of a very valuable book, written by her great-grandfather Franz Rosenzweig (Yehuda Halevi- poems translated by Franz Rosenzweig)! So far she had never heard of a great-grandfather, nor could she imagine what it meant to be his descendant. So I took the golden color and drew a simple pedigree. Since she only knows block letters, and I always forget how to write the "P" I had to bedim my mistake by a Star-of-David, informing Mika: (Franz Rosenzweig wrote a book called: the Star of Redemption) I then asked Mika to show me a proper Hebrew PE [=F] [see above her hand] But then Mika made mistakes in her own name at the bottom of the pedigree! And I - I myself left out the letter Alef in Immanuel's name! which I realized only, when I now edited the photo , back in Arad. Strange! At the same time Immanuel forwarded a fantastic video: Validation Amazing. The time has come for Cain's redemption! |
[Since Abba and Mika did not meet
in my presence on this morning,
see - as a compensation - what I discovered some days later on
a Godchannel page
a sweet sequence of a father and a
daughter expressing zest and full-fill-ment,
sculpted probably
in January 2009]
Since Immanuel's Boeing 777 had to evade the ashes
of the again erupting volcano on Iceland,
he came home too late for driving Mika to kindergarden, before driving me
to my hitchhike junction.
So I had the pleasure to walk Mika to the place, where she would spend almost
eight hours on this day.
She urged me to come in, and then looked - in vain - for Lia, to whom she
was invited for the afternoon.
This would be the first time at this friend's place (the mother prefers to
send her to Mika's place...),
and though Mika said sadly: "Lia often says:
I'm not your friend", mimicking her in
tone and gestures,
Mika - having no siblings her age - is ardently longing, yearning for this
togetherness with her friend.
I pointed to an empty chair among the other kids and she sat down to draw
the symbols of "Shavuot",
[see the
image of Mika and Ronni towards Shavuoth 2009, which appeared on the front-page
of what was then Efrat's newspaper]
the festival that will take place during the week, which Mika will spend with
her parents in Brazil...
I left quietly - knowing that we were not supposed
to see each other again till May 30, 2010.
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returning into my own, at Arad in my home, with the prospect to be truly alone for an entire week [no... already in the evening of the day of my return came Boris...] I want to deeply ponder the insight, which I received from Efrat this time. I keep telling and documenting, how Mika flows (not jumps!) from action to action, from creation to creation, but I was never ever aware, how difficult it must be for her, to maneuver and navigate between interaction and interaction - for almost six hours during a kindergarden day (for about 2 hours the kids are learning something as a group) "Am I welcome? Am I appreciated? Am I loved? Will they cooperate with me? or will they humiliate me?" that pretty song about "my too opposing sides", which I mentioned, also has the four lines: "sometimes I'm together, sometimes alone, sometimes I'm in the middle, sometimes on the side", but it is not easy for the "Cain" in each child, as in each grownup, to be "on the side". Though the chorus of the song encourages Mika, "But I, I always stay I, always stay I, always stay I!" the desire, the need, the most human need, to feel worthy, to feel equal, is bothering, often torturing children already at this early age. I must think about it and take this into account when I'm coping with Mika's changing moods.  |
 The image glued under this letter shows me and Ronnit (6)- reading - 
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What a metaphor! A needle and a thread - an attempt
to repair a beautiful cloth.....
A correspondence with my son after I returned to Arad on May 13, 2010
(3) Since I was already involved in corresponding with Immanuel and Efrat, I also told them one of three fascinating experiences of this day's hitchhiking: 
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(1) "Immanuel, I'm attaching a letter, which I just copied, not so much because of the "event" with your father, but because it shows our daily life then (May 1971). And Efrat, when she'll read this, will be even more glad about her life nowadays and with you." Immanuel responded, that it was difficult for him to read the letter. I said, that I was sorry, but that he must remember, that it was him who chose his parents, the victimizer and the one who victimized herself, in order to learn and to grow, so as to create and to love. And since "by chance" I came across a touching poem, which his father had written on Rosh Hashanah 1963, after he had visited me and his son for the first time, since I discovered my pregnancy and our son was born, I copied this poem too and sent it to Immanuel, pointing out, that there was another side to his father! "Many trees I planted, and did not eat the fruits. Many furrows I ploughed, which let sprout up weeds. "Many days I bothered without building any layer, Many nights I dreamt, but the dream was quenched. But see: my hand learnt to plant, and see: my arm got used to ploughing, and all that now is refined in my life's blaze, will be a strong base for the layers of our house in which we'll love, and will raise our children, in which we'll stand tall and welcome our friends and in which we'll dream a bit, for this is our way. "Let thistles grow instead of wheat, and noisome weeds instead of barley" the word has to do with "stinking", see Isaiah 30:4 |
[From ARARAT-HeART, last page 2005_12_20 Mika's birth]
Quote from the
3 desert songs prophecy in 2007_07_27: Closeup of 2006_07_02
"Three "accidental" songs perhaps prophesy the real goal of Peace through "a Vision of SPS Economy in the Desert" (the first Hebrew letters of what I wrote in quotation-marks, add up to the word "Wisdom" SPS = Space, Purity, Silence, are the desert resources, which allow for a hosting economy: for people who suffer from Crowdedness, Noise, Pollution in the cities) "Only today - after my experience in the "Zealots Valley" "I, Christa-Rachel Maryam Bat-Adam, |
Mika did not bring the rain that day, but
told me:
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Mika's father got more
photos of El-Al's Flight-Show on Israel's Independence Day, April 20, 2010
The photos were taken from the cockpit of the third
of the four Boeings, 767, "which sat above
us",
as Immanuel explained, who flew the second Boeing: 777.
The first one was 747.
The 4th Boeing, 737, is not visible, since it was flying behind the Boeing
with the pilot who shot the photos
Even I can see, that this is Immanuel's plane above
Tel-Aviv
(remember my poem in July 1983, quoted
on April 15, 2010, the 46th anniversary of our immigration!)
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Continuation of Mika's
"Heaven-on-Earth" , in March 2010, on the Song page of April
30 2007 |