"GOD" HAS EVOLVED Studying Information that helps me to live my life Last Update of "Edited Godchannel Files": 2006_03_18 The image symbolizes the "Puzzle Pieces", the oldest part of Healing-K.i.s.s. started in July 2001. In the "Puzzle Pieces" I sculpted, what I learnt from the metaphysical source, "www.Godchannel.com". The info in "Godchannel", preceded by the 8 books of "Right Use of Will" made everything I had learnt before, coalesce... The "Puzzle Pieces" are preceded by three pages which - in 2001 - were meant to provide a non-linear, sensual-emotional-mental introduction. The "pps" deal with 68 aspects of information into which the "Godchannel.com" files organized themselves in time, My intent in July 2001 was "to simplify and personalize" this info. I personalized it, yes, which means I integrated the general info into my personal knowing, feeling and living. As to the result of my intent "to simplify" the info, I laugh about myself and forgive myself....

Structure of Healing-K.i.s.s. - as perceived in 2009 - including a second website: ARARAT
March 13, 2011:
After 10 years of almost daily creating and playing, learning and healing with the help of Healing-K.i.s.s.,
I find it a bit ridiculous, that in 2007-08 I wanted to point out a "structure" behind the websites' content.
And yet during the weeks of trying to at least present that content in somewhat systematical overviews,
 I finally- on March 13, 2011 - played the kids oracle: "Leaving" or "Deleting" ? Answer: "Leaving!"  
"Leaving", of course, has a double meaning.....- what else is new with "oracles"???

K.I.S.S. - L O G    2 0 0 8
Keep It Simple Sweetheart
whole&full-filled, never perfect&complete

Lass dir alles geschehn, Schoenheit und Schrecken. Man muss nur gehn. Kein Gefuehl ist das fernste. Lass dich von mir nicht trennen. Rainer Maria Rilke, aus "Gott spricht zu jedem ehe er in macht" Learn the song

Let everything happen to you, beauty and horror. One must just go. No feeling is the farest. Do not let yourself be separated from me. Rainer Maria Rilke, from "God talks to each one before he makes him" Learn the song

Enhancement in 2011, completed on March 13
Exemplary   I n t e g r a t i o n   of two time-periods in my life:
Diary Texts of 1978 ~ and ~ Desert Photos of Dec.1989-Jan.1992

Continuation from .integration 2001-2003

At "my" edge of the Ramon Crater:
Heidelinde, my sister's third child, came to Succah in the Desert encouraged by her mother.
She, too, paid from her own money like a regular guest, though she helped me in the Succayah, especially with the donkeys

Synchronicity on March 1, 2011: the insert of the Channelers' response in a Godchannel file, which I understand only now We are being born without boundaries. We accepted guilt's whisperings, we have great gaping holes in our sense of self, in our knowing of who we are and what we feel and our ability to resist the influence of others. We remain open and vulnerable to unloving light, and we have almost no ability to discern what is loving or unloving light. We are easy prey. "You say we must be careful not to open and let in unloving light, be cautious. HA. I am telling you, without boundaries, guilt keeps us open from day one, and we cannot be cautious, we cannot discern, we cannot protect ourselves. I AM SO ANGRY ABOUT THIS!! "I was born like this, I came into this world in this life with damaged boundaries. I wanted to say it was because of the sexual abuse I suffered at the age of two,... But the truth is, I had no boundaries at birth, guilt made me a feather in the wind, a wishywashy person, easy prey to both guru and dominating lover.

I'll give myself a direction to contradict this formidable pattern. "Bueck dich und heb gefaelligst den Kruemel auf, den du hast fallen lassen." But I shall not bend my head anymore!

I don't remember who were these three children - guests or visitors?
[In one of the years I managed to count: there came 3 times as many visitors as guests,
a fact, which was an enormous burden for the hosts, since visitors not only needed tea (5 NIS), but also attention.
After all, the visitors were our way of "promotion", of both, the Vision itself and the Succayah which paid for it.
Nor can I remember who were the two men who constructed the "makhsan", the storeroom,
which later was enlarged to include a room for one of the 3 "hosts"
(volunteers to whom I paid a little salary, something I could not afford for myself...)
According to my memory it was my son Immanuel, who created the first storeroom...

[Leibniz, 1646-1716, philsopher & mathematician] In philosophy, Leibniz is mostly noted for his optimism, e.g. his conclusion that our Universe is, in a restricted sense, the best possible one that a God could have created. Leibniz, ein deutscher Philosoph und Wissenschaftler, Mathematiker, Diplomat, Physiker, Historiker, Politiker, Bibliothekar und Doktor des weltlichen und des Kirchenrechts in der frühen Aufklärung. Er gilt als der universale Geist seiner Zeit und war einer der bedeutendsten Philosophen des ausgehenden 17. und beginnenden 18. Jahrhunderts. Leibniz sagte über sich selbst: „Beim Erwachen hatte ich schon so viele Einfälle, dass der Tag nicht ausreichte, um sie niederzuschreiben.“

Genesis 1 "Die beste aller moeglichen Welten", said Leibniz

This photo which shows my niece again with three of the donkeys, the storeroom, later called "Esau", is already covered with netshade

See more pictures with Heidelinde and the donkeys

Still on December 27, 1978 There is progress! Yesterday night, Benjamin, Rushdi and I attended an evening with friends of Ganem Jakobi talking about Partnership. It was – according to my former standars – a 'failure', but even yesterday, when Benjamin parted from me and said: "It's a pleasure to work with you, and we'll find ways to be more effective" I was not depressed at all. This morning I woke up with some very distinctive thoughts about what had been good and with a very clear understanding of the pattern which wants to be "at least realitic and not delude myself". IN order to prevent criticism and blame, especially the formidable sentence: "You are naïve! You don't even sense when people ridicule you etc." I always pick out all the things that went wrong, completely contrary to Dita, my stepdaughter, who picks out all the things that went well, so that I am convinced she has never known any failure in her whole life. So what? Is it still that distorted notion of "truth" that governs my feelings and sayings? "At least to face the truth"! And somehow truth is always negative, always painful! I should at least for the sake of exercise, avoid any pointing out of any negative event, for at least 3 months! Like that exercise. "You should first be strong yourself, before you are allowed to take the hand of the One who is stronger than you are." Rafael, November 1960. Following this (perhaps "channeled"?) sentence, I weaned myself from praying and then I did not need the hand of a stronger one anymoe. I surely thought I would die, but I didn't. And that's just the same now: to give up pointing out negative things, seems to me synonym to giving up my pride, the pride of "facng the truth"! I'll never be lying like Rushdi did [as he said himself ] – telling Ibrahim Hatib in Jaljulia, that in Tira already exists a Partnership group. But I'll point out and be aware of all the positive things in anything I do or others do or anything that happens to me. And I'll tell Rafael about it, whenever I come home. [March 1, 2011: It took me another 32 years, until I learnt "to   celebrate    what    is    right    with    the    World".....]

To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. To think only of the best, to work only for the best And expect only the best. To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet, a smile.   [Today, March 2011, I call this : "to celebrate what is right with the World"...]

Was er tat, tat er mit ganzer Seele, darum war auch Gott mit ihm

My own children were not only guests and visitors, but also helpers

above: my daughter Ronnit, Ruth, Elah's mother, and Immanuel , my son     below: Micha, my son, Uri, Ronnit's husband and - probably - Irene, the first and later frequent guest, pupil and friend from Germany

And after my family in Germany and my family in Israel it's time to hint at myself:

Though this pretty view from my bus
with my first computer [and a photo with Ronnit and Jonathan]
may have been taken in some later year,
when I allowed myself to park in the middle of the wadi, right in front of the famous Zin-Wadi,
it is exemplary for the life I lead in my bus, while creating the scientific model of my Desert Vision.

By contrast:
this is the bus from the outside (destination: "Thousands of Pathes"), still parking inside the area of the Succayah,
next to the temporary "succah", but also next to the first real succah: Succat-Rivkah. [See "Succah-Glossary"]

Last pages of Diary 1978: December 29 and 31

This is my most cherished picture, below the Hill of the Angels' Flight,
but on the other side of the Wadi: Succat Sarah.
Channah, my "partner", had confirmed the registrations of 6 families with children for the Pesach-Festival,
while not all of the succahs were yet completed.
So I worked like hell, to at least close the triangle on the western side, the side of the wind....
The guests, who had no idea, what they let themselves into, when they registered for the still unknown "Succah in the Desert",
were extremely angry, when they had to face facts, and immediately shortened the registration from two to one day only.
But I could talk to them in what was almost a "channeled" way and appease them.
And the next morning they told about a synchronicity which touched them:
Each family lived in a succah, the name of which was also the name of one of the family...

A scene of rare togetherness between me and Channah, my obstructive "partner"....

A different "job" was, to gather palmfronds for covering the succahs. For this I needed permission from one of the Kibbutzim in the southern Negev, and the help of a car, which was bigger than the Succah jeep.

On January 1, 1992 the incredible happened: snow and ice all over the Succayah I wonder, that plants I tried to save... See more "snow-images" in Closeup to my Past

continuation in .integration-2001-2003-My Life's Harvest