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
Singing&Sounding keeps me Sound

IF

A note in 2007: This kind of bravery suited me still at that time,
today I know, that the immense denial of pain and fear in this song,
even in those stanzas, which I chose as suiting me,
has neither benefitted me nor the World.
So - unlike all others of my Songs - this song serves only as a memory and a reminder....

2007_05_15
IF
I am dedicating this song to "Mowgli" ,
who walked me in the Walk-about-Love,
who got himself killed by a rock at the sea
on May 30, 2009
lyrics:
Adapted by
Rachel Rosenzweig
from
Rudyard Kippling
IF
see the stanzas I've omitted
and the two lines I've changed!
tune:
Rachel Rosenzweig
[later: Christa-Rachel Bat-Adam]

1976



The original poem

IF
by Rudyard Kippling


If you can keep your head
when all about you are losing theirs
And blaming it on you.
If you can trust yourself
when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too.
If you can dream and not make dreams your master.
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim.
If you can meet with triumph and disaster.
And treat those two impostors just the same.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken
And stoop and build'em up with worn out tools.
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch and toss
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss.
If you can force your heart, and nerve, and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone
And so "hold on" when there is nothing on you
except the will which says to them "hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue
Or walk with kings, nor lose the common touch.
If neither foe nor loving friend can hurt you.
If all men count with you ... but none too much.
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
with sixty seconds worth of distant run.
Yours is the earth, and everything that's in it.
And which is more ... You'll be a Man, my son.

Bat-Adam's adaptation and tune

IF

(1)
If you can keep your head
when all about you are losing theirs
And blaming it on you.
If you can trust yourself
when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too.

(2)
If you can dream
and not make dreams your master.
If you can think
and not make thoughts your aim.
If you can meet with triumph and disaster.
And treat those two impostors just the same.

(3)
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken
And stoop and build'em up with worn out tools.

(4)
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch and toss
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And not deny, but cry about your loss
[Instead:And never breathe a word about your loss.]

(7)
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
with sixty seconds worth of distant run.
Yours is the earth, and everything that's in it.
For you'll be Master of your Life, my son.
[Instead: and -which is more-you'll be a man, my son.]


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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

2010_06_09-14: Mika's and my Heaven-on-Earth
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 June 11, 2010, Friday night, the Eve of Shabbat ,
which was also the Eve of the 14th birthday of Arnon, Mika's cousin,
we met at Modi'in , at a restaurant with the name memorable "Titorah",
though it's located in the industrial area, far from my and our Titorah hill,
where in 2001-2004 "the Quartet" and I so often had our "afternoon meal".
[see the recent meeting of the Quartet in Arad - without Mika]
Together: Ayelet and Mika jump from a wall, while through the ugly entrance with the big sign "Titorah", walk my two daughters-in-love .

During the dinner I'm sitting across Arnon, to whom I'll soon dedicated my undivided attention.
But while we're waiting for the food, I enjoy the three, as they are making fun




Mika's first two pictures ever
- with Grandma's camera...

Mika shows Arnon the five-finger puppets, which she had discovered among her millions of toys just before we had left for the restaurant

 

Shabbat, June 12, 2010
It was before seven in the morning, that Mika entered my room,
and once again we had a lovely intimacy -until 8:15,
when my friend Yanina interrupted it for our weekly one hour call.
The many common activities couldn't be photographed,
especially not the one of me being commanded
to squeeze myself into her tiny tent together with her,
getting out again when it was too cold on the naked floor,
and squeezing myself in a second time,
- after having shoved our baby mattress under the tent.
Just before Yanina's call Mika asked to be taken out on her skooter,
and when this became impossible because I was no longer available,
she made a very pretty drawing with herself on a scooter in the center.

After that hour of having been separate from Mika, I could not make the intimacy return,
and the estrangement lasted for hours, even after her afternoon nap.
Efrat and I, who had to miss last night's third part of the first solo-performances of the 27 candidates of "A star is born",
sat down to watch, what Efrat had recorded, and managed to gradually win over Mika to let us enjoy what we watched.


Mika fetched paper and colors and drew an astounding picture
- with the singers holding the mics and with actual notes coming out of their mouths.
The chairs in front present the audience and the chairs above the judges.
During these days she always drew a kind of rainbow above the main scene on her drawings.

While Mika draws 3 grandmas (this was suggested by her mother): grandma Rachel, grandma Miryam and greatgrandma Meme,
one of the nine candidates of this last of the three-show program "A star is born", the Arab Hiba (=gift), sings Rachel the Poetess:
"Do you hear my voice, my my lover?"

 
The experience in the tower-park
was very different from the one last week.
There was no intimacy between the two of us,
but I could help Mika make contact
with these two seven year old girls,
the twins Noa and Hadass.

Though Mika is together with kids her age
for almost 8 hours per day in kindergarden,
she always yearns for friends in every situation.
This is her mother's deepest distress,
that she cannot provide a sibling for Mika.

"Ask them, how they are called!"
she begged,"I'm too shy to ask".

When encouraging her to overcome the shyness
didn't help,
I, indeed, approached the girls together with Mika
and asked them for their names.
Their father was sitting on a nearby bench,
and when he looked up from his book,
I explained:
"Mika so much wants to be involved!"
So he urged his daughters to let her play with them.

Noa and Hadass were very kind girls
and tried very hard to make Mika happy.
After three games hadn't really appealed to Mika,
Mika herself suggested the game: "The King says!"
And from then on they were "one heart and one soul".


I once more enjoyed the beauty of this park, established in a wadi, which ran through this landscape, before Shoham was built 20 years ago.

 


There was another little girl, who watched the threesome and followed them wherever they ran.
I asked Ma'a'yan, if she wanted to participate, but she said, she only wanted to watch .

 


I wasn't sure if I appreciated this game, which seemed to be cannibalistic.
One would lie on the ground and the other two would "eat" from every part of her body.
But the end was always good: The two were lifting up the one one the ground and saying:
"Come and be our friend!"

 

Meanwhile the twins' father, Simon, had approached me and we talked.
He had immigrated from England in 1994 and was a software engineer.
Since he had once worked on a project of the "Chief Scientist" of Germany,
I learnt about this governmental institution in Israel , as in many countries,
which encourages R&D and communication between scientists
more than economic gain.

 

 

 


It was becoming dark, and when we all began to go home,
Simon and the twins led us to their home, which was just next to the park,
introduced us to Hemda, the mother, and invited us to knock at their door,
whenever we would come to the park on a Shabbat afternoon in the future.
[They couldn't give us their phone number, since they are religious]
Hemda gave Mika two candies, which impressed Mika so much,
that back home, it was the most important thing to share with Imma
and also with Abba, when he talked to her from Los Angeles via Skype.
Continuation of Mika's "Heaven-on-Earth" , in March 2010, on the Song page of May 16, 2007