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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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Keep It Simple Sweetheart
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January
6
/ Tevet 28, Sunday, still 223 days - at Arad
Parting from my obsession to complete
this page--- on January 10
A new week and no people in sight until Tuesday,
except in the
pool!
I see 3 nano assignments
- washing laundry, cleaning veranda, searching for socks!
Everything which is outside my fantastic routine...
and therefore has to be remembered and carried out!
- is an "assignment" for me.
Does one say in English: "to fulfill an assignment"?
That would cause a confusion with my great goal:
"To
bring Heaven to Earth by feeling grate-full-filled"
I put the German "erledigen" in "Babylon" and
got:
to deal with, to handle, to take
care of, to carry out, to accomplish
As to the results - see the end of this page.
I now want to continue showing the images of our
Salt-Sea Togetherness
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Even
the Salt-Sea
is cold in winter,
at least
for spoiled people in Israel, who are used to pleasant water
temperatures.
In the winter
of Noah's
Shore Realization
I warmed myself
in the hot sulphur pond,
before my swim
in the way of
riding a bicycle
and when I felt too cold
in the Sea,
I returned and plunged
into the pond again.
Another reason
for being sad,
that spring and pond
are gone.
Suddenly one of us shouts:
"the water is warm here! there must
be
a spring
underneath."
We tracked the warm flow
to the shore,
and lo!
there was a new pool!
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While the Three chose to sit on the spot,
where hot spring-water
mingled with cold Sea-Water,
Margret stepped into the "court" of the pool
and at first found the water even there
"too hot".
But slowly we all got used
to the temperature
even of the pool itself,
with the spring at the mountain-side.
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I checked the niche from where the sulphur
water came in.
Did it rise up from the depth,
or was the level of the spring the same as the pool?
For in the latter case, this pool too would soon try up,
when the Sea will have sunk another half meter...
I couldn't detect it. So I returned to my camera,
enjoying the reflections on the water
and the happiness of my guests. |
When we parted from spring, pond and Sea
and climbed up the shore to reach Noah's Cave,
I had the "chance" to remember a
life-lesson...
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Benni Rambo raced down
with his jeep,
with no consideration for the beauty of the shore.
"Why are you doing this!"
I asked cautiously.
"To bathe in my pond, as I do everyday.
I've made it!" he added with
a hidden meaning.
"but why ruine the surface of the
shore?"
"Somebody else made the first tracks, not me",
he said defensively.
On the photo he comes back from the pond, in towels,
but soon enough he took them off,
when 3 pretty women appeared above...
I told them my lesson with Benni:
From A
verbal-visual requiem to what was my Salt Sea abode
from April 1999 to April 2003
After a month or two I saw a frightening phenomenon.
A local irresponsible jeep-driver had discovered the pond.
Whenever he found some chicks, he drove through the nature
reserve,
and started to ruin the fragile environment.
I pleaded with him: "at
least walk there on foot!"
He mocked me.
It was then, that Yuval reminded me of Jesus:
"Didn't he intend the best
for the people?
And see, how they misused and perverted his mission.
Wasn't this his responsibility?"
I understood, that my good intentions
had attracted the destroyers,
even before anyone came to enjoy my healing
in the "Pond of Blessing".
I was devastated. |
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The now empy shore of the peninsula!
On many of the pages of Noah's
Shore - my
Diaries and Albums - with their numerous photos
you will discern time and again, what no longer exists: the salt sculpture
of what I saw as "the
Bereaved Mother"
See
for instance the beautiful sunrise photo in Noah's Shore Diary, Day
12 : December 2003:
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The three Berlin kids
climb up and down like Bedouin.
Margret and I used
the path I made and which still exists,
though pathes like these need to be constantly maintained.
When we arrived,
they had already peeped into the cave
and now amused themselves
by throwing stones down the rocks and slope.
My ego felt a bit insulted,
that they didn't express any "ah and oh" about the
cave,
but when I saw it myself, I understood why:
Though the cave was cleaner than I imagined it,
there still were lying around shreds and scraps
of what I had left as carpets
and covers for the (now gone) mattrass on the upper floor,
and other remnants
of once useful utensils.
I put everything on a neat heap on a suitable spot,
gathered the empty mineral water bottles and other garbage,
and now let the "natural" cave impress me.
Had I carved out all this?
Had I endured in this the
flooding on the 19th day,
and
the terrible sandstorm in the 12th week? |
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2008 compared to 2004 ~~~~From
Noah's Diary , 10th week
The "upper floor" was a miracle:
One further centimeter of digging - and the bolder would have
collapsed.
The space I managed to carve out,
was wide enough and almost long enough for my body to squeeze
in.
Sometimes Micha came with Arnon and Ayelet,
and when the four of us celebrated Pesach on the slope above
the peninsula,
the kids slept in the niche above,
while Micha slept on the lower "floor".
Where did I sleep? I don't remember, probably next to the
pond.
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And now, 4 years, my "name-children"
are enjoying what's left of the Cave
From the road above - the road to Jerusalem
- one last sight of the peninsula
which rises from the Sea , higher and higher, as much as the Water
sinks lower and lower.
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Darkness comes fast in this region
of the planet.
We, therefore, decide to walk back by foot.
It's almost an hour to the bus-station below the Fieldschool.
The traffic on the narrow road is dangerous.
The road leads to Jerusalem in the north,
and to the city of hotels at the southern end of the Sea.
In January, February 2004,
after
my solar system etc. was stolen,
I used to walk or hitchhike at this hour,
with my computer,
to work on it in some friends' room at the fieldschool.
Sometimes I walked back all the way late at night,
and sometimes I was transported by soldiers,
who had to keep an eye on the Sea and on Jordan.
Jotam and Gavriel still enjoy throwing stones,
while - in a moment, when no car disturbed -
I caught this beautiful walking together
of mother and daughter.
Later I took Margret's place beside Tamar
put my arm around her and asked her:
"What would give you Full-Fill-ment
in your life?"
Jan. 20, 2014 , what
did Tamar answer then?
She probably did not yet think of being full-filled
by her
child Yahêl Yaguarundi, born on 10-12-14
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A sweet
SMS from Diana
today:
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"Rachel,
you are still in our heart and head,
more than ever.
I'm sending you some tears with salt
and smiles of Shir [their son]".
Under the impression of the images above,
what could I answer if not:
"Each tear of salt will heal the
Salt Sea"... |
Since this K.i.s.s.-Log has become too crowded
in content and to "heavy" in pixels,
I transferred the rest of today's sculpting to
the end of tomorrow's K.i.s.s.-Log
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