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
Know exactly what you want, communicate clearly what you want,
then get out of the way, live and play, and let happen what
may! 6:47 I desire to assimilate my rupture
and freezing of my friendship with Yuval-David, Paz and Tamir. I desire to whole-hearted-ly
enjoy my freedom from all frustrating non-family relationships.
I desire for these "partners" to be shocked into "opening
their eyes" see
end of "I have no other country"
by my 48 years of pain & superhuman efforts to cause Israel
to work for its own self-interest.
I also desire for all the "peace-workers" to understand
the real root causes of conflicts & wars.
I give thanks
to our vocal cords
and the
three systems
of our voice (see image)
which allow me
to speak and to sing in general,
and to cry and to scream
-like late last night on the phone- when feelings
need to be vibrated
to such an extent.
I am grate-full for the heartfelt
love from my three "partners" and friends,
and for their intent and endeavor - small as it was - to cooperate
and cocreate
in realizing my vision of Peace-through-Desert-Hosting-Economy.
"Gate
to Humanity" [2013
: site no longer exists! What a pity! ]
First discovery in
my mail at 6:50
An invitation to a Jewish-Arab, Desert-Galilee
Festival,
sent by Ziv Spector, Mitzpe-Ramon.
Being "hidden in His face" I won't take part, of course,
but maybe my advertising those people here, [despite my past pain with
Ziv, the first "creator in the desert", I "partnerored"]
may empower them a tiny bit
deserteco <deserteco@012.net.il>
info@adam-insan.org.il
navadim@navadim.org It's the first time I hear about "Gate
to Humanity" ["not
found"]
(one of hundreds of "peace-organizations" in Israel).
I am not pleased, that not a single person
signs with his/her individual name!!
But I am pleased with the name of their adress:
"adam" "insan", "a
human being", in Hebrew and in Arabic.
I am pleased with its
connection to Germany["not
found"]
And I am pleased with their intention: "A place of encounter,
which allows a new image of Man to grow,
so that each person's individual experience
throws light on the differences
between people and nations,
in a way which will heal the suffering
and turn it into the healing power of love".
As if this info about Jews and Arabs
under the auspices of Germans
was not enough joy for this early morning,
I came to the pool at 9:10 and learnt,
that in two of the five tracks 10 German youngsters were swimming.
I turned to one of the two teachers, Joerg Engel
(we laughted about me being "Adam" and he being
"Angel").
They were from Bad
Bergzabern, and between this town and the desert towns
of Israel
an exchange takes place every year, based on swimming, : "In March they come to us,
and in May we come to them and usually live in Kibbutz Gvulot".
[Gvulot is a
kibbutz near Gaza, from which came another "partner"
called Yuval.
an organizer of one of the 3 "Mobile
Partnership Workshops" in the seventies]
Since they already 2 years ago encountered shootings while
lodging in Sderot,
they decided to stay at Arad this time - with their Israeli
counterparts. "After all we are responsible
for the kids, the youngest ones are only 11 years old".
We talked about the responsibility of Germans
not only for healing fears and prejudices between Germans
and Israelis,
but also for helping the two traumatized peoples, Jews and
Arabs,
to cope with the prejudices against each other.
I now learnt, that Edith Stein let
herself be baptized in Bad Bergzabern! Am 1. Januar 1922 ließ sich die
Jüdin Edith Stein in der katholischen Kirche St. Martin
taufen
(am 11. Oktober 1998 von Papst Johannes Paul II. heilig gesprochen
When Joerg Engel told me that
they planned to visit Masada,
I asked him to be critical concerning the Masada myth of self-sacrifice.
As if I had known about Bad Bergzabern's connection to Edith
Stein, I said strongly: "The idea of self-sacrifice
- both in Christianity and in Israeli nationalism - is CATASTROPHIC" [See
EDITH STEIN who became SAINT TERESIA BENEDICTA A CRUCE
versus
EVA MARIA CHRISTA GUTH who became CHRISTA RACHEL MARYAM BAT-ADAM
or
Self-Sacrifice versus Self-Acceptance
Finetuning to my Present
Yesterday night , at 22:00I wanted to see a doc about Macedonia,
a country I knew nothing about except that Alexander the Great
came from there.
What greatly impressed me, was that and how the civil conflict
in 2001
was solved by the Ohrid
Agreement with the help from the European
Council,
and that the leader of the rebellion today sits peacefully
in Parliament.
"So neutral people sometimes really succeed in bringing
about peace",
I said to myself and was happy.
It was then, that I got an SMS:"are you awake?" And after 2 years or so of no expressive
communication, Yuval-David and I talked: "It's not yet the time for
your child to be born", I
laughed, "so why do you
call?" "We all, Paz, Tamir and I, so much
long for you,
that we want to invite you expressively to finally celebrate
Shabbat with us." [put "Paz" in the "search
of Ctrl/F" -in puzzle
piece 5: Trapping Will]
I didn't say "no" rightaway,
as usual, for in fact,
when Efrat had asked me long beforehand,
if I would accompany her the coming weekend to Acco by train,
while Immanuel would fly to Los Angeles for an entire week,
I had the idea: "Could I
take advantage of the travel north, to see my 3 friends?" {Efrat's plan was cancelled later} We chatted about other transport options
- all complicated and time consuming.
And when I had enough of this technical bla-bla I begged Yuval-David
to update me.
When he was in the process of telling about each of the three,
he mentioned - in a casual voice: "So far I haven't succeeded in
bringing (religious Jews)
into our ecologic community" (at Neve-Eitan,
south of the Lake of Tiberias)
[In this moment, just before "coming to the point"
of Yuval-David's casual remark,
an SMS reaches me - from Tamir:
"We've reached good times, if you
are again so much triggered by me...
In any case this brings up longing in me and reminds me
that such a trigger is
like a fragrant orchard for growing and flowering.
I love you, Rachel."
I'm touched, of course!
Yuval-David's reaction to my raging fury was similar:
instead of backing off (like Ya'acov did in October concerning
the same issue
of not becoming himself and therefore not becoming equal to
me),
he expressed yearning for my "otzmah"[power,
puissance, intensity, intensiveness]
What should I do now?
Not say more about what triggered me than what I sculpted
on my "altar"?
Not give power to what caused me to scream at Yuval-David
and to finally ask him to let me freeze the relationship with
Paz and Tamir and him?
I'll let it all sink in before writing anything, either here
or as a response to Tamir.
17:30a
phonecall from a woman in Arad, Shoshana: "Do you remember, how you helped
Daniela, my foster daughter
to receive money from the friends of her dead parents in Germany?
I'm arranging her wedding, she now is 22, and I want to invite
you." Of course I told her, that I didn't
even attend the wedding of my best friends...
The chuppah
was the creation of friends.
My piece is the one on the upper right edge: a painting of colors
The procession of the men - Yuval-David, the bridegroom first, Tamir
last,
before Tamir my friend Ran Lichtner, before him our common friend
Erez Sason
to which Tamir and Paz desire to move
too, -
which caused me to freeze the relationship with all three.
See below - an addition to another wedding in 2013
Nourishment from
Others 3 SAT --- Kultur --- 20:45 Israeli
time This is a book I would really like
to read.
It seems to be based on the same principle as "k.is.s.-log":
"The God in small things".
"You try to catch the feeling, this vague feeling - to
seize it exactly!"
Peter Stamm
"Wir fliegen“
heißt das neue Buch des Schweizer Schriftstellers Peter
Stamm. Kritiker sprechen von einem Meisterwerk und sogar die
"Neue Zürcher Zeitung" bezeichnet Stamm als "Menschenzeichner,
wie man ihn in der deutschen Literatur selten findet".
Der Band ist schmal, nur 175 Seiten sind es bei insgesamt zwölf
Erzählungen. Aber die haben es in sich. Stamm hat in den
zehn Jahren, die er nun als Schriftsteller tätig ist, einen
Stil und eine Sprache gefunden, die unter die Haut gehen und
Herz und Seele berühren.
Winterthur, eine Stadt in der Schweizer Provinz. Eine Stadt,
wie es sie überall gibt: unauffällig, nicht groß,
aber auch nicht klein. Keine Metropole, in der alles ein bisschen
aufregender ist. Eine Stadt, in der Menschen leben wie du und
ich. Menschen mit ihren Sorgen und Sehnsüchten, mit ihren
Wünschen und Alltagsproblemen. Winterthur ist auch die
Stadt, in der Peter Stamm lebt. Im Keller seines Hauses hat
er sich eine Schreibstube eingerichtet und arbeitet bereits
an seinem nächsten Buch. Er ist kein Mann der großen
Worte. Seine Geschichten sind knapp, er hat sie im Kopf, da
muss er nicht lange darüber nachdenken. Sie fallen ihm
zu, sagt er. Nicht einmal ein Notizbuch benutzt er, um Beobachtungen
festzuhalten.
"Die Geschichten liegen
auf der Straße"
"Ich glaube, die Geschichten
liegen auf der Straße",
sagt er. "Die Welt ist so
voll von Geschichten, egal, wohin man schaut, hat man schon
eine gefunden. Es geht mehr darum, das auszuwählen, was
dann mit meinen Themen zu tun hat. Das sind kleine Dinge, die
jeden Tag geschehen, und plötzlich denkt man, das wäre
eine Geschichte, daraus kann ich etwas machen. Das ist mein
Thema. Und dann habe ich das, was wichtig ist, schon im Kopf,
da brauche ich kein Notizbuch."
Die Leute von Winterthur sind das Personal seiner Geschichten.
Es könnten auch Menschen aus Castrop-Rauxel oder Ottakring
sein. Was verbindet nun aber den Schriftsteller mit
diesen Personen, die so gar nichts Spektakuläres an sich
haben? "Ich gehöre
auch dazu. Ich bin auch einer von ihnen",
erklärt der Autor. "Ich
führe ein ganz normales Leben mit Problemen, wie sie ganz
normale Leute auch haben, also Kinderkrippenplätze suchen,
Müll trennen. Das ist das Leben, das mich fasziniert. Das
Exotische hat mich nie wirklich interessiert."
Es ist die Melancholie des Alltags, die Stamm in seinen Texten
festhält - nichts Dramatisches. Stamm
begleitet seine Figuren ein Stück weit und überlässt
sie dann wieder ihrem eigenen Leben. Als "unterkühlt"
wurden seine Geschichten auch schon beschrieben.
Kinder eröffnen neue Perspektiven
"Also unterkühlt, das
mag ich nicht so", sagt er.
"Es wird von vielen Leuten
so verstanden, aber ich glaube, es ist überhaupt nicht
unterkühlt. Es war Ricarda Huch, die einmal über die
Schweizer Literatur gesagt hat, sie sei oft wie ein Vulkan,
der noch nicht ausgebrochen ist."
Da sei schon Feuer, aber es liege unter der Oberfläche,
das Magma spritze nicht heraus, aber da seien schon Gefühle
da bei diesen Menschen. Auslöser für Gefühle
sind in Stamms Geschichten immer wieder Kinder, wie etwa der
Sohn Matteo. Sie durchkreuzen die Pläne der Erwachsenen
und eröffnen ganz neue Perspektiven. "Wir
fliegen" - das scheint plötzlich möglich. Eine
Sekunde lang. Dann ist die Bodenhaftung wieder stärker.
So etwas kennt man von sich selber. In schnörkelloser Sprache
gelingt es Stamm, solche Momente festzuhalten.
Er versuche einfach die Bilder, die er im Kopf habe, praktisch
in Sprache zu übersetzen, "so
dass sie dann von der Sprache wieder zu Bildern werden können
im Kopf des Lesers", sagt
er. "Das ist eine sehr konzentrierte
Arbeit. Aber man kann das nicht so genau erklären. Ich
lese sie oft wieder, diese Geschichten, und beim Wiederlesen
müssen diese Bilder wieder entstehen."
Sie entstehen durchaus, diese Bilder - auch beim Leser. In Stamms
Büchern liest man über eigene Befindlichkeiten, über
die eigene Angst und Mutlosigkeit. Das macht beklommen. "Du
versuchst das Gefühl einzufangen, das ungenaue Gefühl
so genau wie möglich festzuhalten",
lässt Stamm in seinem Buch einen Künstler sagen. Damit
beschreibt er genau das, was er selbst macht, dieser Stamm,
der fest verwurzelt ist in seinem Winterthur, in Gedanken aber
vielleicht nicht gerade nach den Sternen, wohl aber
nach den Wolken am Himmel greift.
On the other hand I was "not excited"
, to say the least,
about "the Future of Cyberspace". "In 20 years we'll hardly
know,
if we are playing or working",
some genius said, and another: "When people play those
games,
90% choose the roles of the "good guys".
But they'll have to learn,
that being good means to sacrifice things,
how will they act , if ..."
And he mentioned a ghastly dilemma.
It is like what little science fiction I watched
for lack of patience:
they plan miraculous technology!
but the belief systems of today stay the same,
and the feelings stay as unevolved
and therefore destructive as today.
The dualism of "good and evil", for instance,
is not even questioned by those "scientists".
About
a sick plant in my garden,
about a wound or a flaw in my body,
about shame and resistance to my feelings,
about judgments, projections on others,
about my heart's bitterness against the world & my nation
~~~~~
outward shall flow [yatzufu]! and not
shall flood [yatzifu]!
springs of compassion [rakhamim] from
my womb [womb],
springs of compassion from my womb!
When I searched for the source of Yael's
quote at the end of her drashah, or:
"And the way is still opening (its eyes) alongside"
or : "and
the way is still opening to your light" I found it in many pages. The
first one I opened -
a photo site - had it as a caption under its entry photo The
third page I opened presented a poem by Natan Altermann
with this line, together with an analysis of its meaning.
But I still don't understand the last word. If
reading only the consonants there could be a double meaning:
Without the vocal points it can mean: "your light" , or "lengthwise,
in a longitudinal direction".
2013--5-26 Immersing myself in Altermann's poem and Yael's
"Journey"
I see them in synchronicity with a touching analysis of this image
in today's weekly 10 min. art-program in 3SAT: Ludwig Richter: Ueberfahrt am Schreckenstein Look for bigger resolutions on the
Internet like
this one
or in "Water
1" on this website
"Yael
chose to study towards her Bat Mitzvah ceremony
every week with Eyal Bar Eitan. She wished to learn about herself,
about being a daughter of her family, her community, her nation.
The passages which were chosen tell something about the fascinating
journey she passed."
My Journey
written by Yael Shai [here are the passages which
have not been read by Yael
during her drashah as quoted above]
For my physical journey I'll take:
books, a notebook and a pencil, a tent and much water.
My (physical) journey presents itself
as a walk by foot to places which are far from where I am now.
I intend to wander from place to place, to see everything from
my perspective.
Sleeping in a tent, or simply to pause and rest, will bring
me to this place of being with myself, a time alone that allows
me to think.
I hope to meet people on this journey,
with whom I can speak, so that I can also write about that a
little. An addition to that I hope to see many things I never
saw before, and to learn about what I smell and taste and see
and hear and sense.
In this time I hope to read books which
will grant me inspiration for my thinking, mainly about Life.
The books will also help me in certain moments of despair from
(of? by?) others...
At an interesting, pretty or strange spot , I'll stop for a
moment and look around. Thus I'll observe for a long time and
try to think about the place in which I am, and then I'll simply
return to reality and walk out of that moment of my "bubble".
I hope that on this journey I'll discover things I did not know
about myself, while doing other things. I hope to find challenges
which I didn't have in the past, challenges which after I'll
overcome the obstacles in them, I'll understand their meaning.
In the process of the journey I'll not forget to drink a lot,
and understand, that it's because of the water that I am here
- that I am alive and happy.
I'll stop the journey in the moment
in which I'll understand, that I went to the farest place, that
I was with myself, that I met people and talked with them, that
I saw different things, that I read many books, that I watched
landscapes, that I discovered challenges and myself.
It can be that I'll stop the journey in the moment of yearning,
though yearning is a challenge one has to cope with.
Sometimes it's worthwhile to give up.
To go back.
To understand
that the experience did not become realized
as I wanted it to.
It may be that the end point of the journey will be death, or
perhaps this point will be in the middle of life, and if so,
I 'll endeavor to take the spirit of the journey to the continuation
of my life.
From
St. Exuperi, The Little Prince
"What makes the desert so beautiful,
is that somewhere it hides a well."
is the beginning of Yael's quote.
"It is strange,"
I said to the little prince. "Everything
is ready for use: the pulley, the bucket, the rope . . ."
He laughed, touched the rope,
and set the pulley to working. And the pulley moaned, like an
old weathervane which the wind has long since forgotten.
"Do you hear?"said
the little prince. "We have
wakened the well, and it is singing . . ."
I
did not want him to tire himself with the rope.
"Leave it to me,"
I said. "It is too heavy for you."
I hoisted the bucket slowly to the edge of
the well and set it there--happy, tired as I was, over my achievement.
The song of the pulley was still in my ears, and I could see
the sunlight shimmer in the still trembling water.
"I am thirsty for
this water," said the little prince. "Give
me some of it to drink . . ."
And I understood what he had been looking for.
I raised the bucket to his lips. He drank,
his eyes closed. It was as sweet as some special festival treat.
This water was indeed a different thing from ordinary nourishment.
Its sweetness was born of the walk under the stars, the song
of the pulley, the effort of my arms. It was good for the heart,
like a present. When I was a little boy, the lights of the Christmas
tree, the music of the Midnight Mass, the tenderness of smiling
faces, used to make up, so, the radiance of the gifts I received.
"The men where you
live," said the little prince, "raise
five thousand roses in the same garden--and they do not find
in it what they are looking for."
"They do not find
it," I replied.
"And yet what they are looking for could
be found in one single rose, or in a little water."
And the little prince added:
"But the eyes are blind. One must
look with the heart . . ."
Yael
said to her mother a day later,
that except for the ceremony itself,
her greatest joy was,
when she learnt,
that the gift from her classmates
was a clarinet!
So far, she had to borrow an instrument
from her Democratic School.
I was sitting with Yaacov,
when Arnon came running to me: "Quickly! Come!
Yael is playing clarinet with Jonathan!"
Yaacov in his wheelchair couldn't hurry.
I had to leave him there.
When I arrived,
the two had just finished their debut,
but I objected: "You must play again - for
me!"
I don't know why everyone laughed
but they did play again. "Is this also a piece you
composed, Jonathan?" I asked in the end. "No! this was an improvisation!"
What a joy!
A brother and a sister play together,
guitar and flute
- not a piece by a famous composer,
but Jonathan's composition!
And now:
A brother and another sister improvise
with guitar and clarinet...
2013 Nowadays Yael plays in
the Youth Orchestra of Jerusalem!
Another passage in Yael's Bat-Mitzvah
booklet
was this little article by Moshe
Greenberg
"The Value of the Human Being in the Bible".
I remember Greenberg as one of the few scholars,
from whose writings I benefitted during my PH.D. studies.
The third value of which Greenberg speaks here,
the uniqueness of each human being in Judaism ,
is not an abstract value!
It is the logical result of the fact of mutual dependency.
As I have learnt through the 5 years of my PH.D. studies,
and through the painful experience
of what is missing in Christianity,
the unique accomplishment of ancient Jewish thinking
was the recognition of this fact;
Since I'm constantly suffering for what others do or don't
do,
and others are constantly suffering for what I do or don't
do,
there is only one solution:
that I take responsibility for everybody else. "If I am here, everybody is
here,
if I am not here, nobody is here."
One of the sayings, which is known to most Israelis, is: "Whoever looses one soul, has
lost the entire world,
whoever helps one soul to live, helps all the world to live."
See
the English Digest of the 4th chapter in the 2nd part in my book["bundle" refers
to the German & Hebrew text] Fourth Chapter
The S a g e s ' C o n c e p t u a l i z
e d
T e a c h i n g of S o l i d a r i
t y [bundle
16] 1. The
solidarity of the individual with the community
a) The warning in the Law
b) The solidarity and responsibility of the individual
c)The identification with the community at all times [bundle
17]
2. The solidarity of everybody with his fellow a) The lesson
of history
b) G: Identification as motivation in rabbinical ethics
b) H: "A big rule in the Torah"
: The Sages' estimate
c) G: The meaning of "Be-loving to your fellow (as
one) like you"(Levit.
19,18)
c) H: "your fellow like you",
the meaning of the rule [bundle
18]
d) G: The application of the "Rule"
in the Torah itself e) G: The
application of the "Rule"
by Israel's Sages
f) Solidarity in the face of death [bundle
19]
3. The solidarity of the community with the individual Summary
May the water at the site of the Bat-Mitzvah
underline Yael's sentence; "In the process of the journey I'll
not forget to drink a lot, and understand,
that it's because of the water that I am here - that I am alive and
happy. "
As to more
of the experiences&images of this evening,
- see June 16
Addition
to the images above,
of the wedding of Paz and Yuval-David at the Salt Sea: [see more it]
another wedding at the Mediterranean
between Shakhar (from Ethiopian background) and Shira,
and a change of trend in Israel: Less money, more cooperation, more beauty!