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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,
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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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re-edited on May 20, 2013, at Arad
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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!
9:00 [after having
written an e-mail draft to D.&I and a response to my daughter
concerning Yael's "Bat-Mitzvah"
tomorrow.
I desire to digest the 3 hr
work with D&I, which was satisfying
but drained me for the rest of the day
I desire to enjoy being - not only creative but - efficient
on kisslog during the next 8 hours.
I desire to contribute to the relaxation of E's tension towards
me = her love for herself,
by continuing to follow
"Spirit's" advice: to approach "The Mother"
only when she asks for it
while at the same time signaling consistently and clearly, that
I am loving, caring and available.
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hodayot [thanksgivings] for
today
9:20
My Body,
my Partner,
my God
I give thanks to you as epitomized in my
song "Oh Heaven on Earth":
My ears to enjoy
and my eyes to delight!
My legs to climb up
and my back to bend down!
My brains to make sense, to create and to grow
My fingers to touch
and my arms to embrace!
My BODY, my FEELING,
my HEART full of love!
My WILL and my SPIRIT do know WE ARE ONE!
I am grate-full for the inner freedom
I seem to have achieved at last:
to either nourish others with all my heart or to refrain from
nourishing at all.
I am grate-full for the 2 lessons with E., which helped to
nourish also D&I:
(1) As long as I need to justify myself,
when (feeling (!) unjustly blamed,
I'll cause the blamer to feel guilty = not love him/herself!
(2) As long as I need to assert myself, when feeling (!) humiliated,
I'll cause the "humiliator" to feel guilty = to
not love him/herself!
When I'll be whole, I'll be a glass bowl, to which dirt will
not stick.
and a lightning rod for other people's projections of their
self-hatred.
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Nourishment from Others
From
Jean Huddon's e-mail, May 18, archived as Meditation Focus
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HARNESSING THE POWER OF BELIEF
Every time you breathe in,
you perpetuate the belief that something in you wants to continue
living,
for obviously if you were to stop breathing for even a few
minutes,
you know your body would die.
Such a belief is so deeply ingrained in your psyche,
that you never stop for a moment
to consider the deeper meaning of this continuing choice
- made mostly unconsciously and instinctively
- reaffirming the indomitable will to live
that thrives throughout the universe in all life forms.
Every time you wake up and decide to get up
and attend to whatever it is you have to do on any given day,
you perpetuate the deeply held belief
that your life is worth living
and that you have important things to do
and/or vital lessons to learn
and/or wonderful experiences to live.
In almost every single moment of consciousness
and through almost every single decision we make,
we reaffirm our commitment
to whatever it is we believe is good for us
and/or for our family and/or for our community.
If we did not believe in what we think is important for us,
we would literally stop dead in our tracks,
have no interest in anything
and just stand there, vacantly gazing in the void
like mindless automatons awaiting activation.
… what we see and what we are
is the continuously held belief
that All That Exists is willed and maintained into existence-
in all its intricate complexity and infinite diversity-
by the Collective Mind of which we each contribute a cocreative
element,
by our conscious awareness and soul-driven volition.
Such is the Power of Belief,
the very power through which our actual existence is made
possible.
Now since we are mostly unaware of the infinitely potent power
available at our soul's fingertips, metaphorically speaking,
we barely scratch the surface of all that can be accomplished,
… within our very own bodies,
supremely well engineered
to allow for the full expression of our soul's cocreative
powers.
[Continuation on ?]
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2008/5/19, an e-mail in my box:
Galillee College - Yossie Shevel <JShevel@galilcol.ac.il>:
Palestinian Managers
started
their studies
at Galillee College
Senior Palestinian managers at the Municipality
of Jericho started their study programme at Galillee College
in Israel. The group of managers will focus on the urban and
regional development including community aspects as well as
economic growth.
The programme is held at the College central
office in Nahalal and includes also visits to many Israeli cities,
regional councils and economic organizations.
Most of the lecturers are Israeli architects
and urban economists who have accumulated extensive experience
in urban planning and regional development.
Galillee College has been cooperating with
Palestinian organizations since 1987 throughout the first and
the second Intifada. The College continues to invite Palestinian
managers for training and educational programmes.
Despite the political difficulties between
Palestinian Authority and Israeli organizations, Galillee College
continues in its efforts to cooperate with Palestinian, Jordanian
and Egyptian organizations.
This urban programme is funded by JICA,
the Japanese International Cooperation Agency.
To Yossie Shevel
2008_05_19
Though I don't know you and have no idea how you reached me,
I'm glad you informed me,
and , of course, I am very happy about the work you do!!
Christa-Rachel Bat-Adam, Arad
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Efrat came home with Mika and a
passage
in a magazine for parents of toddlers,
"Learn to identify a masked compliment"
which so excited her that she read
it to me immediately.
It is so helpful, that I'm copying it here.
When Imma or Abba come to fetch Mika
from kindergarden,
she often rejects them: "Go
away!" "Leave me alone!"
The article says
about such a child's life in kindergarden,
that during the day much tension has been building up,
since the child has to adapt to so many social rules,
to which at home it is not used to (esp. an only child?).
And aren't we grownup allowing us the same behavior?
With those who love us most and whom we trust,
that they won't leave us
even if I throw on them all the stress and pressure
which has nothing to do with them at all?
[By the way, lately Mika puts up a show
as if to amuse Imma,
when she comes to fetch her after work.
She hides somewhere, escapes, runs wild, makes her mad...]
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I wished, someone would also open our
eyes
as to the phenomenon of violence among toddlers.
Mika: "Today Daddy
[the kindergardener]
put me in the corner."
It was the first time, Imma heard about
such treatment.
"Why did he put you in the corner?"
"Because I beat up Galli!"
Asked why she did beat up Galli,
her - smaller - friend,
she found a way to sidetrack us, and Imma didn't push it:
"If I would, she won't tell me such
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How little is needed for Mika to create
two conditions of Heaven-on-Earth-in-Body
Excitement and Full-Fill-ment! :
This late afternoon Efrat had things to do in
town
and suggested to take Mika and me with her to the center.
From there we could walk or play in an unfamiliar area,
and after an hour and a half we would have Pizza together.
So Mika and I walked into an accidental direction
(yesterday she had proven twice, that she knows the meaning of "kiwwoun"=direction)
and also remembers a specific direction)
and after less than 200 m turned into the entry passage of Shoham's
Highschool, at this hour (18:15) still frequented by many pupils.
I let Mika lead me to a place, where tables and benches were installed
outside a low building, under a ceiling which provided shade.
"I want to sit there", Mika
said, "and eat Bamba".
From the chair she chose, she could watch these children play football.
It was bound to happen, that she pushed
the little vessel with the bamba-balls
and they fell to the ground.
"I want to collect them",
she pleaded,
knowing of course, that I wouldn't allow to pick food from a
dirty ground.
Frustrated she stomped on each ball and squashed it.
This gave her some satisfaction.
But when I suggested, that we sit on top of the big steps
to be better able to watch the boys,
she still made a face of "I'm angry at you". |
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The boy's ball ended up on the network roof.
Throwing stones at it to move it, ended in hurting a boy's nose.
It bled and they asked me for a tissue.
We left, not wanting to risk that a stone may have flown in our direction.
Walking around this building I saw these pretty young cypresses,
with their shadows reflected in the sunlight on the wall.
I taught Mika , who soon would point out an "olive-tree",
that these were cypresses.
But later Efrat told me, that she knew what a "brosh" was.
When she came back to me to the surrounding wall and sat on it, she
said:
"I've sand in my shoe",
and took the shoe off.
"It's not sand , it's adamah!"
(a Hebrew word, which in English,
to my regret, must be translated as either 'soil', or 'land' or 'earth')
Was it the first time, she really grasped what 'adamah' was?
the 'adamah' of the 'birkat mazon', the
Grace" I keep teaching her:
"thanks to the earth which grows everything
with love".
In any case, she now wanted to stick her feet into the earth
and then she demanded that I take her to the taps (like
the taps she drank from on Shabbat)
and "rinse" her feet, then stick her feet into the adamah
once more and let the water rinse them once more.
Earth and Water, Light and Shade, Granddaughter and Grandmother......
Then she got up from the wall with the earth
behind it and walked on top of it, pointing out the "olive-tree"
and when I - on my part - pointed out the shadows of the waving flags
on the high wall in front of us,
she asked: "what are those ribu'im,
squares?"
"They seem to be little windows, made
of blue glass."
We walk for another 100 m around the right corner of that building,
along another low partition between ornamental garden spots and the
path to walk on.
Was it only out of laziness, that she again wanted to sit on the wall,
this time amidst encumbering branches,
or was it because she is still able to find so many things to be excited
about on such an ordinary short lane?
There
were Bamba balls to be eaten, and little berries to be plucked,
and pupils to be watched,
and a pantomime to be played, while Micha, my son,
called me and my ear was attached to the cellphone.
"The sun is setting",
Mika had said already
when we watched the football kids play.
"Not yet",
I answered then," but soon
it will".,
Now she does not go around or play,
she doesn't feel the need to be active or even creative.
She enjoys the closeness with me,
the quiet, the peace of the hour of dusk.
I try to catch this
idyll with holding out one hand with the camera.
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Imma
called and Mika wishes to talk to her. |
We
meet for eating Pizza, and now Mika returns to her "doing",
ordering the sugar bags... |
In the Superfarm Efrat acquires a device
to be put around Mika's head,
which - during hair washing - would keep the soap off her face,
or more exact - would make Mika believe this and relax,
since her growing hystery when it comes to hair washing has nothing
to do with reality.
Later at home in the bath-tub she refuses to let her head be squeezed
into that "crown".
But buying it was worthwhile for the sake of this scene.
While Efrat looks for her purse, Mika massages her back with the crown-bag:
"Is this pleasant to you, Imma?" in
the sweetest of intonation,"na'im
lakh, imma?"
And again:
"Is it pleasant to you on body?" "Na'im
lakh ba-gouf?"
Song
of the Day - Heaven on Earth:
... My ears to enjoy
and my eyes to delight!
My legs to climb up
and my back to bend down!
My brains to make sense, to create and to grow
My fingers to touch
and my arms to embrace!
My BODY, my FEELING,
my HEART full of love!
My WILL and my SPIRIT do know WE ARE ONE!
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Among all the intense
questioning from Tomer's side, -
mainly about Nazis, Neo-Nazis, Germans, Swedes, Israel and, of course
, "Punk",
"Punk-Rock"
and "Sex Pistols"
about whom he had taught me extensively the night before (Sid
Vicious, Johnny
Rotten, Nancy Spungen)
[and continued to do so after our outing, except that this time
I was specific in my questions and when he opened Hebrew Wikipedia
pages,
persuaded him to read the info to me - instead of translating for
him what I found relevant in English pages he had linked to the night
before.]
- he also asked me:
"If I had a million sheqel and would want to go with you to Scotland,
would you come with me?"
Not believing, that he knew what he
said - I countered:
"If I had 5000 sheqel and would want to go with you to Scotland,
would you come with me, only with me?"
"Betakh!" "Certainly".
Then we talked about Scotland, - in his eyes
"the most beautiful country on this
planet"
- and - when the landscape further to the east reminded him of Peru
- "a land of war"
in one of his computer games,
I told him, that my dream was once
to make Peru the first country in which to realize my
Desert Hosting Economy,
after I would have reached my goal in Israel and all the Arab desert
countries.
But Tomer had another association to "Grandma
and Peru"!
"I remember, when Arnon broke that saucer from Lima, which I
found in the desert for you,
you went out of your mind, you became absolutely crazy, your face
became swollen and blue,
I fled to the farest corner of your flat and I had so much pity on
poor Arnon."
We calculated how old the boys were then: Tomer must have been not
yet 8 and Arnon not yet 6.
"There you can see, how important that symbol, the saucer you
found in that situation, was for me!
But if I behaved like you describe, I want to approach Arnon now,
on Yael's Bat-Mitzvah,
and ask him, if he still remembers the blame and the pain."
"You did apologize then, as you always apologize when you scream
at one of us,
and anyway he had done something wrong."
"He probably had no intention to let the saucer fall, but even
if he had,
there is no proportion between this "wrong-doing" and my
mad reaction"!
( I didn't want to justify myself
by sharing with him the trauma of my childhood concerning "breaking
things"...)
"OOOHHH!", I
exclaim, when we reach this spot and view:
"You see? Isn't this more beautiful than the Bareqet
path, which you wanted us to walk?"
He claimed, that he had planned it as a surprise!
"You could have told me, that you had a
better idea than that path and that I should trust you,
instead of whining, that you cannot risk your Punk boots in the thorny
area of Bareket!"
And then suddenly a pretty plant, the kind
of which I've never seen in my life,
all alone - on a spot spread with straw - one unique single manifestation....
"Look, this strange olive tree looks like
a menorah, are
you ready to sit under it?"
Tomer was ready!
And on the other side of the track - a young
cedar (I think) - sculptured magnificently!
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