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 and Overview of its main libraries [If you look for a word on this page, click ctrl/F and put a word in "find"] 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!"

 

 

K.I.S.S. - L O G    2 0 0 8
Keep It Simple Sweetheart

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 1 2 3 How Learn And I The Train   Heal Conditions In Myself For Creating Into Heaven Those Whole On Conditions Self-acceptance Earth Daily sanctus-qadosh sanctus-holy sanctus-heilig

intro to k.i.s.s.-l o g+all dates~ library of seven years ~ HOME ~ contact

March 8 , Sunday,- at Arad
Parting from my obsession to complete this page--- on March 17

back to past ~~~~~ forward to future

 

MY INTENTION and PLAN for TODAY Know exactly what you want, communicate clearly what you want, then get out of the way, live and play, and let happen what may! I've fulfilled the intentions of the last 2 days except for one: Recording the River Jordan song, which I now know so well, that it hums in my head. Today I desire to cope with my fear and study the advanced program of working with SOUND, so that I can record and edit not only this song, but create more complex sound files in the future.

image of the day, William Agudelo with Ernesto Cardenal

hodayot [thanksgivings] for today 7:22 My Body, my Partner, my God I give thanks to our arteries and veins and heart, which made our blood flow so evenly through us, while this night's sleep carried our spirit to other spaces.   Thanks for all the little joys after getting up from my comfortable bed: - for the computer which opens and prepares itself for my creation, - for the little casette-recorder and the old songs of William Agudelo, [may yesterday's treaty between Ecuador-Venezuela-Colombia last!] to which I listened during the 10 min. of dressing, making my bed etc., - for the Khamsin, which lets you, precious little stove rest on this morning, - for the water, the electric kettle, the black tea and those who reaped it, - for the water&sewage-pump of my toilet and the water to clean myself, - for my black blouse (from Ra'ayah) & red trousers (from Tamir, 2004) - for the prosthesis of my teeth, for the comb with which I combed my hair while strolling through the tiny, newly refreshed path in my little garden.

 

Anni, 101 years old:
"The only thing I can't do any longer is singing!"
During the last days I learnt about remarkable old people :

These twins are the oldest in Switzerland. Annie and Rosie were born on Febr. 14, 2008. Annie's husband died 30 years ago. She still lives by herself, even after she broke a rib and was in hospital. Rosie never married..Now she agreed to live in a home, where she does gymnastics with the younger inmates. Asked what helped them live that long, they said: "Being grateful for whatever there is." Annie added: "I only miss one thing, I can't sing any longer! I also learnt about old people who look for partners. (In Saxonia) "The women are terribly disadvantaged: at the age of 80 there are twice as much women as men, of these 90% are "in good hands", and the rest may be good for nothing". I also saw a doc which accompanied the life of ex-Chancellor Helmut Schmidt and his wife Loki died 2010, both born in 1918, 5 years older than their very good friend Henry Kissinger, whom I heard speaking German with them!

About Helmut Schmidt, Wikipedia 2013: His circle also includes Henry Kissinger " he wishes to predecease Helmut Schmidt, because he would not wish to live in a world without Schmidt." 2012 Schmidt is in love again, with Ruth Loah, 79!

Rita Levi Montalcini, born April 22, 1909, also a twin (of Paola), 2013: she died on Dec. 30, 2012! she came to Israel now to do research and when asked, if receiving the Nobel Prize for chemistry in 1986 excited her said: "what excites me is a new discovery, not a ceremony!" To sing and to live and to die is like being the River Jordan To sing is like being Jordan you begin above in the north, young, cool, fizzing, cheeky, you hear birds in the thicket and each of them is like a bird in the garden of Eden, for to sing is to be like Jordan Your days flush like Jordan, and as Jordan you flow south on the shores grow wild herbs, but further on the tides of your waters Isn't it that your days flush like Jordan. Your end is to die like Jordan to be gathered slowly to the Dead Sea to the lowest place in the world but from the top of the snowy mountains with great cheering bustle after you your songs bubble . Isn't it that to sing is like to be Jordan.

 

 

 

After the "theme" of becoming very old
and the "theme" of dying into the Dead Sea,
there comes that other big "theme": sin and guilt.

In the pool and during the walk to and fro I was rehearsing a choral by Martin Luther,
"Aus tiefer Not schrei ich zu dir", "Out of the depths I have cried to You",
which totally opposes what I believe in,
but its tune arouses nostalgic feelings to my singing as a child and young girl.

Now, when listening again to the touching 10 min. series of Lutz Goerner's "Lyric for All", I felt compassion for the poet Georg Trakl who lived in that abyss of guilt, sin and shame, Luther talked about. [see a page about Georg Trakl in English with 20 translated poems and a biography] . Folge 119 "Nachdem ich Sie mit den expressionistischen Texten von Jakob van Hoddis vertraut gemacht habe, komme ich jetzt zu dem wohl härtesten Drogensüchtigen der Literaturgeschichte, dessen Werk heute noch bekannt ist. Mit 16 Jahren begann seine Drogenkarriere mit Alkohol, Zigaretten und Chloroform, wobei der Körper durch unzählige andere Rauschmittel elf Jahre später dem Wahnsinn verfiel und abstarb. Ich rede von dem Salzburger Georg Trakl. Hineingeboren in die goldene Backhendl-Zeit, wie die Österreicher die Zeit um 1890 nennen, war Trakl das vierte von sechs Kindern eines wohlhabenden Eisenwarenhändlers am Waagplatz in Salzburg, da wo sich heute das Café Glockenspiel befindet, in dem es diese einzigartigen Salzburger Nockerln gibt, und wo dieses unsägliche Mozartdenkmal steht."

Der Heilige Wenn in der Hölle selbstgeschaffener Leiden Grausam-unzüchtige Bilder mich bedrängen – Kein Herz ward von erwünschter Geilheit so Berückt wie meins, und so von Gott gequält Kein Herz – heb ich die abgezehrten Hände, Die unerlösten, betend auf zum Himmel. Doch formt nur qualvoll-ungestillte Lust Mein brünstig-fieberndes Gebet, des Glut Hinströmt durch mystische Unendlichkeiten. Und nicht so trunken tönt das Evoe Des Dionys, als wenn in tödlicher, Wutgeifernder Ekstase Erfüllung sich Erzwingt mein Qualschrei: Exaudi me, Maria!

Der Gewitterabend O die roten Abendstunden! Flimmernd schwankt am offenen Fenster Weinlaub wirr ins Blau gewunden, Drinnen nisten Angstgespenster. Staub tanzt im Gestank der Gossen. Klirrend stößt der Wind in Scheiben. Wie ein Zug von wilden Rossen Grelle Blitze Wolken treiben. Laut zerspringt der Weiherspiegel. Möwen schrein am Fensterrahmen. Feuerreiter sprengt vom Hügel Und zerschellt im Tann zu Flammen. Kranke kreischen im Spitale. Bläulich schwirrt der Nacht Gefieder. Glitzernd braust mit einem Male Regen auf die Dächer nieder.

"Trotz dieses katholischen exaudi me, erhöre mich, Maria, war Trakl protestantisch und auch recht gottesfürchtig. Und so gibt es heute genügend Leute, die Trakl mit dem Nimbus überirdischer Vereinzelung umgeben wollen und ihn am liebsten in einen rein geistlichen Raum entrücken möchten. Trakl, der Nietzsche und Dostojewski verehrt, der geprägt ist von den Gedichten von Lenau, Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Verlaine, George, Hofmannsthal und Rilke, hat seine fünf Jahre jüngere Schwester Grete nicht nur zur Rauschgiftsucht verleitet, sondern auch zu einem sexuellen Verhältnis. "Grete hat sich drei Jahre nach dem Tod ihres Bruders als 25-Jährige erschossen."

Blutschuld Es dräut die Nacht am Lager unsrer Küsse. Es flüstert wo: Wer nimmt von euch die Schuld? Noch bebend von verruchter Wollust Süße Wir beten: Verzeih Maria uns, in deiner Huld! Aus Blumenschalen steigen gierige Düfte, Umschmeicheln unsere Stirnen bleich von Schuld. Ermattend unterm Hauch der schwülen Lüfte Wir träumen: Verzeih Maria uns, in deiner Huld! He not only lured his 5 year younger sister into Morphium, but had sex with her. She aborted their child, and shot herself 3 years after Trakl's suicide.

Grodek Am Abend tönen die herbstlichen Wälder Von tödlichen Waffen, die goldenen Ebenen Und blauen Seen, darüber die Sonne Düstrer hinrollt. Umfängt die Nacht Sterbende Krieger, die wilde Klage Ihrer zerbrochenen Münder. Doch stille sammelt im Weidengrund Rotes Gewölk, darin ein zürnender Gott wohnt, Das vergossne Blut sich, mondne Kühle; Alle Straßen münden in schwarze Verwesung. Unter goldnem Gezweig der Nacht und Sternen Schwankt der Schwester Schatten durch den schweigenden Hain, Zu grüßen die Geister der Helden, die blutenden Häupter. Und leise tönen im Rohr die dunklen Flöten des Herbstes. O stolzere Trauer! ihr ehernen Altäre, Die heiße Flamme des Geistes nährt heute ein gewaltiger Schmerz, Die ungebornen Enkel.

"Bei dieser Lebensweise schaffte Trakl natürlich nicht das Abitur, und wurde, was für einen Morphium-, Veronal- und Opiumsüchtigen sicher nicht so geeignet ist, Apotheker. Er lebte nun meist in Wien, der Dreckstadt, wie er sie nannte, »wo kalt und böse ein verwesend Geschlecht wohnt.« Wenn man nicht wie Trakl dort untergehen wollte, musste man sich Wien anpassen wie Hofmannsthal und Rilke oder Wien bekämpfen wie Karl Kraus. Georg Trakl wurde durch seinen Drogenkonsum, zu dem noch tagtäglich drei Liter Wein plus Bier und Schnäpse kamen, immer mehr von der Realität entfremdet. Er bekam Anfälle von Platzangst, Schweißausbrüche und Persönlichkeitsspaltung. Er war nicht mehr arbeitsfähig. Die Zeiträume, in denen er bezahlte Arbeit verrichten konnte, wurden immer kürzer. Der letzte Versuch eine Stelle im Wiener Arbeitsministerium anzutreten, das war ein Jahr vor seinem Tod, endete schon nach zwei Stunden. Im August 1914 wurde er zu einer Sanitätskolonne in den 1. Weltkrieg eingezogen. Einige Wochen später schreibt er über die Schlacht im galizischen Grodek, das gleichnamige Gedicht, in welchem er aber auch über seine Schwester Grete und das Kind, das sie von ihm erwartete und abgetrieben hatte, die ungeborenen Enkel, berichtet. "

Grodek At evening the woods of autumn are full of the sound Of the weapons of death, golden fields And blue lakes, over which the darkening sun Rolls down; night gathers in Dying recruits, the animal cries Of their burst mouths. Yet a red cloud, in which a furious god, The spilled blood itself, has its home, silently Gathers, a moonlike coolness in the willow bottoms; All the roads spread out into the black mold. Under the gold branches of the night and stars The sister’s shadow falters through the diminishing grove, To greet the ghosts of the heroes, bleeding heads; And from the reeds the sound of the dark flutes of autumn rises. O prouder grief! you bronze altars, The hot flame of the spirit is fed today by a more monstrous pain, The unborn grandchildren.

On November 1914 Trakl killed himself with an overdosis of Cocain. »Ich sehne den Tag herbei, schreibt er, an dem die Seele in diesem armseligen von Schwermut verpesteten Körper nicht mehr wird wohnen wollen und können. An dem diese Spottgestalt aus Kot und Fäulnis verlassen wird, die ein nur allzu getreues Spiegelbild eines gottlosen, verfluchten Jahrhunderts ist."

The "themes" of becoming old~~~of sin and guilt~~~ of death have one thing in common, a horrid despise for Body. Trakl has put this in words : "diese Spottgestalt aus Kot und Faeulnis" "this figure of mockery, of shit and putridness" which "the soul" yearns to escape...

 

 

Nourishment from Others Is this a warning? From Jean Hudon's 40000 words e-mail today: Co-Creating The Future of Our Choice (archived as Meditation Focus 183) 2008_03_09- 2013_03_09DELICIOUS      DELETION

Grandma-Day Gallery

2008_02_29

2008_03_01

2008_03_02

2008_03_03

2008_03_04

2008_03_05

2008_03_09

2008_03_10

2008_03_11

Finally the three are willing to leave the exciting hill, with its ancient cisterns and mounds, and the destructive structures for the future commercial center and follow Itamar to the merry-go-round of the night before. Arnon walks with Nella towards this majestic neighborhood at the western outskirts of Shoham. Just in front of it is the little park, where Mika always remembers "rain", since it was there that - with me - she first experienced rain,, and when I too arrive, Itamar and Ayelet already sit on the "Time-machine"

But alas, the "time-machine" had been overused by the Four last night,
and only with enormous effort the thing would move,
screeching and shrieking and disturbing the other families in the park.

 

So we left the park and crossed over to the "Pelican-Circle"
which guards the Western entrance to Shoham.

We sat down and ate a snack, looked upon by all the cars which drove around the circle to enter town or to exit town. Nella was tied to the red man above and felt left out

So she used every opportunity to bark at something, someone standing on two legs like a circus dog. Yael's photo!

 

 

Intimate interaction between grandson and grandma, while Itamar forever checks his watch and Ayelet watches him. Yael's photo!

 

song of the day Flowing like the River Jordan - singing, living and dying

 

back to past ~~~~~ forward to future

home ~ library of seven years ~ intro to k.i.s.s.-log ~ contact

whole&full-filled, never perfect&complete

Keep It Simple Sweetheart
K.I.S.S. - L O G    2 0 0 8

"Pure love
is a willingness
to give
without a thought of
receiving
anything in return"

Ibrahim's quote
appeared
within a pretty heart...

As to the influence on the world of One United Feeling in the Heart,
I'm studying a video with Gregg Braden, sent to me by Yanina:
"We can see the cancer disappear within 3 minutes
in the presence of the language that heals".
The 3 Chinese practitioners create the feeling in their heart,
they use a word to create the feeling in their body,
it could be any word, but it means: "It has already happened".
The field of energy reflects our feeling in the moment.
as if this woman (cancer in bladder) is already healed,
or as if our perfect relationship has already manifested
So what we choose to experience in our lives,
we must first feel in our hearts, as if it has already happened.

"Living with Joy"

p. 179....
Again, sounding your note, singing,
is a way to bring yourself back to center.
Notice your mind becoming clearer and freer when you do so.
The more you sound your note,
the more you will find one that feels in harmony with your being.

p.180
Go inward for a moment, feel your energy,
and allow a picture, a symbol, feeling or word come
which represents your purpose here.
What is your growth centering around in this lifetime?
What have been your main challenges?
What, in form, have you been wanting to create in your outer world?

Higher purpose is always something you love
[centered and stressed in the book itself]

In the next month, become more aware of your purpose.
It is always playful and joyful.
Higher purpose leads to the finer energies of life,
such as a deep connection with a loved one,
the joyful union of friends as they play ..
Joy can exist in every moment
if you are willing to live in purpose.
Manifesting higher purpose means believing in yourself,
and believing in the goodness of the universe.