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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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April
23/ NISAN 18, Wednesday, fourth day of PESACH, still 117 days
-between Shoham
and Arad
Parting from my obsession to complete
this page---on April 27
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!
8:35 - handwritten
in the bus from Shoham to the train
I desire to digest and assimilate
the manifold "small" experiences of the last eight
days and let myself be nurtured by all the joyful interactions
with the close and remote actors in my drama.
I desire to once more release
the judgment, that others should not judge me,
leave alone for something they themselves have done and not
me (the 'Alexander&Yanina
code')
I desire my travel to be smooth (Shoham>AirportStation>Tel-Aviv>Beersheva>Arad>clinic>pool-home):
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image
of the day: 8:56 the Airport-Trainstation:
"I missed the flight,
Elite's Cow Chocolate is always with you"
An ad above the platform
which from now on I have to wait on:
forced to take a train north to Tel-Aviv
before being able to travel to "my" south.
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hodayot [thanksgivings] for
today
8:56 - handwritten while waiting
for the train to Tel-Aviv
My Body,
my Partner,
my God
I give thanks to you for alleviating our back-pain
and for tolerating the Khamseen with relative ease.
I give thanks to you for letting us breathe the tension right
now
('will busses & trains be according
to schedule, so I won't miss a connection?')
and for letting us breathe the
pain and anger about the "absurd" blame
('you never empty
the garbage-triangle in the kitchen sink into the bin underneath!'')
and about the "justified"
blame ,
('I can't tell you anything, since you take every criticism
so seriously!')
and about the refusal
to work it out, before we would part in the morning.
At home: 16:00
I'm grate-full for yet another rich,
funny outing with Mika yesterday evening.
I'm grate-full that Immanuel returned safely from London at
midnight.
I'm grate-full for Mika's warm hug when we parted
and for Immanuel's caring call, while I was in the train to
Beersheva.
I'm grate-full for the quick and nice encounter with Dr. Sara
Rosenzweig
and her affirmation, that to heal the fungus on my tongue
for good,
I only need to use up the ointment in the tube she had prescribed.
I am grate-full for the pool and for being back in my castle,
in my solitude.
And I am very grate-full for the lesson which urges me to
renew my freedom:
"I release the
judgment,
that I must prevent others from judging me!"
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Finetuning
to my Present
The clock here
shows 8:20. In 5 minutes I'll have to leave. This photo, meant
to be "one last image before leaving" proves my hysterical
state of mind:
I had just focused, when Efrat, who had slept a little longer
than husband and daughter, came out of her bedroom - I trembled
with fright and spoiled the picture, nor did I dare to take another
one....
I got up at 7:20, took Nella out, emptied the garbage bin of my
room in the garbage room outside the house. Before this I had
thrown into it all kinds of things which I had gathered over time
for playing with Mika - observing my hysterical behavior ('she
shall have no more reason for claiming I was not cleaning things')
with compassion. Then I focused on packing the food, given to
me by Ra'ayah last week, by Miryam, Efrat's mother in Acco, by
Efrat herself, and three of the four new dresses, one of them
in order to mend it later in the bus to Arad. I also made coffee
for myself, - sipping from it whenever I approached the sink,
prepared my room and bed for being used by Tomer and probably
Elah, and - as to the computer - by Efrat herself. |
Closeup
of my Past
Why this hysterical, "traumatized"
behavior?
My study of "Healing Trauma" hasn't helped me
Little Christa, scolded and slapped, when "order and cleanliness"
was demanded, prevails.....
Und so does married Rachel, screamed at like hell, when she
on a Shabbat morning wanted to stay a little longer in bed with
her husband, instead of getting up right away and wash the dishes
of Shabbat Eve. Then she heard the sound of breaking glass.
Hurrying to the kitchen she realized, that in a furious attempt
to wash the dishes himself, he had smashed two precious glass
dishes, inherited from his grandmother.
The possibility to let myself be blamed without acting on it,
entered my thinking for the first time some 30 years ago, when
my
friend Yanina told me this story: "Alexander's father
blamed us terribly for having sprayed our flower field with
a pesticide which destroyed all the flowers. We didn't tell
him, that it was him himself who had misused the spray. We didn't
want him to feel guilty."
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For people in the Galilee it may not be
very exciting to look into a Dommim-tree,
[first discovered on our outing with Elah 10 days
ago]
but for me the rich foliage - guarded by thorns against goats and
other animals -
is one of the aspects, for which I am truly in love with the "Ziziphus
Spinachristi"
 
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Itamar's
photos: the foliage, the fruits,
his sister letting Mika bite from a dom carefully,
since there is a pit inside, which she shouldn't swallow.
Not everybody likes the taste of wild apples, but Mika does
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Itamar discerned the beauty underneath the Ziziphus
Spinachristi.
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Since we can't find anymore "apples",
I show them how to eat grains.
The
"Quartet", so used to bless over the process which
brings us bread to our meals,
can identify with that genius , who - about 10000 BC in Jericho
- must have eaten grains,
and then he had the idea to squeeze the flour out of it, mix
it with water
and bake the mixture in the ashes of fire,
at least that's how I imagine this great invention.
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After Arnon and I stomped
on grass and thorns
to make a place for all of us to sit,
Itamar, too, is ready to risk a prick.
But soon he gets up again
looks at his watch as usual,
and reminds me,
that we have to go home,
since everybody has to leave
at 14:45,
and we wanted to have
a good lunch before that.
He was right!
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Before parting from 'apples' and the grains,
we make fun of taking photos of each other,
Itamar with my camera and I with my cellphone.
The houses in the background
are the northern outskirts of Shoham
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the experiences&images of the 27 hours with the Quintet
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Keep It
Simple Sweetheart
K.I.S.S.
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