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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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K.I.S.S. -
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Keep It Simple Sweetheart
whole&full-filled, never perfect&complete
Intro
to
k.i.s.s.-l o g + all
dates
January
17
- between Arad and Shoham
back
to past ~~~~~ forward to future
image
of the day
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Selftimer photos , June 2003,
for
a "Page dedicated to God's
Body
and to Paula Garbourg,
who opened the path for me
to feel and accept,
heal and evolve,
and constantly enjoy Body,
my closest partner". |
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hodayot [thanksgivings] for
today
8:00
My Body, my Partner,
I give thanks to our forehead and all the many "pieces"
which it guards,
pieces of the puzzle which make us function and live&love,
learn&create,
our forehead which felt some slight pain when I woke up,
having slept so well, but after "too much" concentration
the entire exciting day.
Of course, change of breathing and doing Paula's "Upper
Lip to Nose"
healed the slight pain within 5 minutes!
What a miracle after decades of headache once in two weeks
since childhood,
a headache which never would leave without me taking refuge
to some pills.
I give thanks to Aya Goldhammer, Paula's outstanding pupil,
who not only taught me in 1984 - this was arranged by Paula,
but who - in March 2006 - gave me an incredibly precious gift.
While waiting in the Beersheva Clinic for a C.P. of my right
groin,
I had time and courage to call Aya and ask her, if she had
any advice.
"I suggest that you come to my
house at Shilat for a week at least,
I'll house you, feed you and work with you twice a day - for
free."
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First clear thought after waking up:
Why did I yesterday allow myself to judge
the people,
who "by fighting the other, make the other stronger"?
Already in bed yesterday night,
but before turning to my present "bedtime-reading"
[Josef Heller, God knows, 1987, Hebrew edition. A gift from Efrat:
"It's about the
biblical David. I thought you would like it!" ]
I wanted to see a few moments of "Bottom-Line",
an evening-show with a man and a woman who comment on today's news.
The woman was just as angry and sad as me about Israel's stupid strategy.
One minute this morning:
a family from Sderot, the bombarded town with its 800 houses,
had been invited to the studio:
"When did you cease being afraid while
driving here",
I didn't catch the name of the junction, the woman mentioned,
but she conveyed clearly to me, how she never ties her safety-belt,
"even if I have to pay a fine of 770 NIS,
but if a Qasaam rocket persecutes me, as it happened in the past,
I have to jump out of the car, with no time for opening a belt."
Everything
in my "reality" is a reflection of me.
To judge others means
I'm still not taking responsibility for what I create in my drama.
I do not blame myself,
especially not after having given so many years of my life to bringing
about:
true Self-Determination in the two
peoples who both victimize themselves,
see "Partnership",
and see "RedSeaPartnerSHIP",
and see ARARAT-HeART
Please, help me to heal my frustration, to release my judgments
and to radiate the compassion I have for myself to all those people.
Tina's response to my quest in yesterday's
Skype talk is not surprising.
But why did we stage this virtual encounter in both our dramas?
And why this confusion with "God
Channel"?
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"Thousands
of Pathes are in the World,
One is the Goal of All"
While setting out for the pool and listening to Enya's
"May
it Be",
I reached the top of the "Wadi-of-Compassion" and
what do I see?
A woman praying! Standing, when the prayer demanded standing,
sitting on a stone, covered with a cloth, when the prayer
permitted sitting.
Five minutes ago I had inserted Tina's e-mail, with my remark
on top of it.
I could see them together, two Jewish women, one in Israel,
one in Hungary,
both searching for deeper meaning in life,
one by "returning" to orthodox Judaism, one by "becoming
a believer in Jeshua"
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After having taken some pictures of the praying woman,
I walked on,
still with "May it be"
in my physical ears, but my eyes wide open.
Close to the pool I saw a scene which I enjoyed:
Two Arab laborers, employees of the Municipality of Arad,
trimming roses along my path.
One with a brownish desert-skin and a white dirty kefiye,
the other with a light-blackish skin of African slave origin,
with the kind of red-white kefiye wound around his head,
which makes most Israeli Jews jump: "a terrorist!"
It took me a moment to think:
"I must ask them, if I can take a picture",
but they had already passed on.
The same happened on my way back from the pool:
I just missed them and they entered the municipality's truck.
But the image is imprinted in my mind,
and I am so glad again,
that this way of documenting my days,
makes me so much more aware of "LIFE",
and lets me enjoy it so much more intensely.
Yesterday I saw a report on "little researchers",
a project in German kindergardens.
The kids don't have to understand ,
why "water suddenly got a skin",
when they learnt what to do,
so that thumbtacks and paper-clips won't sink,
but they have to document their experiment...
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When
recently searching for images of my beloved Aurora phenomenon,
I discovered Enya's song "May It Be".
as it accompanied the Aurora images on a
video
Since downloading was impossible I did what I do so often:
I recorded it by placing my cellphone's mic to my computer's
ear-phones.
The resulting sound isn't "pure", of course,
but good enough for me to make the song one of mine,
by listening to it over and over again and by learning it line
by line.
May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home
Mornie
utúlië (darkness
has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië (darkness
has fallen)
A promise lives within you now
May
it be the shadows call
Will fly away
May it be you journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Mornie utúlië....
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Before going to the pool another time
and from there to the bus-station of Arad,
and from there to the train-station of Beersheva,
and from there to the train-station of Ben-Gurion Airport,
from where my son (and Mika straight from kindergarden)
will bring me to Shoham,
I want to sculpt a composition about "cold"! |
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When babysitting in my landlords posh, air-heat conditioned flat above,
it was cold, though they had brought me the radiator out of the kids'
room.
When the birthday husband and his wife came back, they saw me freezing.
2 degrees Celsius at night in Beersheva, as they said on TV,
what does this say about Arad, 600 m above sea-level?
With great pity I think of the homeless (a few froze to death already)
and those Bedouins who still live in tents.
Though in Samira's and Yahia's tent
the
parents and their 8 children sleep like sardines on one row of
mattresses,
in such winters usually some Bedouin children die of cold.
And, of course, I remembered - among all my memories of cold nights-
the horrid experience, when I
was lost in the snow in the Pyrennees in May 2001.
While Meital and I shared our common sensitivity to cold,
she suddenly asked:
"Is it possible, that you have another
such heater?"
Ha! That was a moment of childish pride!
I did have another "such" primitive heater,
"Even one with 3 spirals!"
So Ofir came with me to take the unneeded heater
from my tiny castle into their huge palace!
And in my heart I again gave thanks to Narda and Oree
(see their photos on the bottom of the first
page of this year),
for having bequeethed me these heaters, when they, too, left "Rakhaf".
[2013: two weeks ago my heater with
2 spirals finally gave up its spirit
and I had to ask my landlords to return to me the one I'd lent to
them...]
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But
there was also another aspect of "cold" - the Cohen's
fridge:
"Here is bread and a boiled egg,
I don't know what else you like to eat,
just open the fridge, there is Thuna."
So, while on 3SAT they showed a funny program
about "culinary delights" since 3400 years,
I went to the kitchen,
with Meital's blanket wrapped tightly around my body,
opened the fridge to add some things to eat with the bread and
the egg
What do I see?
Except for a little bowl with Thuna and some Joghurts,
there wasn't much more in this fridge above than in mine below!
And this, though Meital is the best of house-wifes
and they definitely do NOT play my consumer game!
I laughed. And I finished the Thuna, finished a joghurt
and took a banana from a basket on a shelf outside the fridge.
Now, before I'll leave for Shoham, I shall take a photo of my
present fridge.
Empty to the bones!, except for the freezer, in which still
some containers,
probably of my last resort - my specialty of lentil-soop - are
"in reserve".
Some other time I'll explain the rules of my acrobatic consumer-game.
But - for the pleasure of the composition - I'll add the photo
of a full fridge!
I had made it at Shoham after I had put order into what was
left from
the Family
Celebration of Mika's second birthday
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13:07
I've watered the garden and the many pots,
in this crazy area one can never know,
if the cold will not turn into the hottest summer-heat,
while I'll be away for almost a week.
And I'm getting ready to one more tiny "lekh-lekha"...
22:00 Shoham
Suddenly I was alone with Alon,
when Efrat and Immanuel went with Nella to the vet.
Would we be able to tolerate the embarrassment?
I asked, if he was ready to tell me the story with Tal.
He told me.
Then I said:
"I'm so sorry you don't meet with
Jonathan any longer."
"I haven't met him since his Bar-Mitzva, 4 years ago."
"I haven't met him either, except for a moment, in May
2007.
Having seen you this evening playing on the guitar,
made me yearn for seeing you play together.
He is very good though, but if you go on practising like you
do now,
with the Internet and your Abba as your teachers,
you'll equal him in half a year, with all your piano expertise."
It was then, that he shocked me:
"I'll overcome him!"
Why should you want to overcome anybody?
"I want to overcome Tal, both in
school and in guitar playing,
that is my highest motivation - to become better than others!"
"I can understand that one wants to become equal,
but why should you want to overcome your girlfriend?
Is this a challenge?"
"She is a very strong rival, you know",
and there we were cut off -Abba, Efrat and Nella returned.
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Jonathan,
my daughter's eldest, was born on April 15, 1991.
Alon, Immanuel's second son, was born on August 8, 1991.
There were years, when these two were very good friends.
Ronnit had moved to the new town Modi'in with her family,
and so had Ruth, after the separation from Immanuel.
But even while Ruth and her children still lived at Modi'in,
Jonathan retreated
- from everyone, and also from Alon.
Another of my "family-pains"....
In May 2007 there was an hour of grace,
when - following a "grandma-day" on the Titora-Hill
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I was invited to my daughter's house.
It was there, that I saw Jonathan - grownup...
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Evening Scene: Mika is allowed to stay awake
an hour longer, since Alon is with us and will -with Abba - fly to
a ski holiday this night.
Abba - tired because of too little sleep, also because Mika's renewed
worm attack last night, teaches his son how to pluck the chords,
since that can not be learnt from the Internet lessons.
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A
clipping from "Seth", from Chapter 19,
The Concentration of Energy, Beliefs,
and the Present Point of Power
[see again Godchannel about Seth].
...Many of you have a tendency to believe
that anyone with such abilities as Ruburt
[Jane Roberts, the channeler of Seth]
has, has no problems or challenges.
Ruburt has often said,
"Some of my correspondents expect me
to be completely healthy, wealthy and wise,
and indeed beyond any human feelings,"...
Numbers of you are looking
for a state of "peace"
in which there is a static sort of bliss,
with all questions forever answered and all problems solved....
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A "perfect" society ... would
encourage each individual
to use his potentials to the fullest,
to revel in his challenges,
and to be led on by his great natural excitement
as he tries to extend powers of creative potency
in his own unique way.
(slowly) When such opportunities
are denied
then there are riots, wars, and natural catastrophes.
A sense of power is any creature's right.
I speak here again of power as the ability
to act creatively and with some effectiveness.
A dog chained too long often becomes vicious.
A man who believes his actions have no
value
seeks out situations in which he uses his power
to act,
yet often without worrying about
whether the action will have a constructive or negative effect.
You cannot act positively if you cannot act.
(Pause) You
do not understand the nature, then, of your own energy
or your ability to direct it.
Storms, say, or
tornadoes, are brought about by angry men
precisely as wars are.
They are simply versions of the same phenomena...
You can no more separate yourselves
from the body of the earth and its condition
than you can from your own bodies.
Though it may not seem so
to you,
these are all creative procedures, and corrective
ones.
(Long pause.).
You intuitively feel a great connection
between your individual subjective moods and the weather,
yet you attribute this to mean
that you are reacting to exterior physical events
that exist quite independently of yourselves.
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When Mika was taking her bath with Abba present,
I could experience once again,
how gifted Efrat is
in causing people to communicate with each other,
in this case little Mika and her big step-brother,
whom she doesn't see so often.
Here she calls Alon
- claiming that Mika wants to see him -
and then "facilitates" the interaction skilfully!
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Thinking more about what Alon had shared with me so freely,
I suddenly understood, that it is totally natural,
that his love causes him to jump from one extreme to the other,
from no motivation whatsoever to ardent competition.
Until early summer last year his grades were so low,
that he was banned from his good school
and transferred to what Alon calls a school for the dumbs.
And since he was so often absent from lessons,
he did not get leave to join his father's ski holiday,
while this year the school was even ready
to postpone an examination for him personally.
And in feeling challenged by his love, his rival,
he does - after all - follow Nietzsche's word in "Zarathustra":
"In seinem Freund soll man seinen besten
Feind haben.".
"In one's friend one must have one's best enemy."
And as to competitiveness, I should keep my mouth shut.
For I, too, have "the
superiority imprint" , though in one area only:
I'm "proud" of looking well compared to other people my
age,
and I yearn to be already 90 years old , so as "to prove",
that one doesn't have to get old at all,
if one stops any denying,
releases all damaging judgments,
accepts one's qualities and one's past,
and is the best partner of one's own Body,
in short - has
healed oneself into wholeness.
I admit this competitiveness continuously
and laugh about myself wholeheartedly,
but observing myself in this very moment,
I can see,
that I'm not competing the way Alon is competing.
I truly desire all humans to heal into wholeness,
and therefore to have a beautiful body
and a beautiful countenance when old.
It is perhaps an obsession "to prove something",
to prove, that if one follows the laws of wholeness,
then one is forever as young as one wants to be...
"You will have nothing to prove",
says "God" in my most cherished file:
A
Letter from God to Those Doing the Healing Work
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