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,
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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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28, Wednesday, -atShoham
Re-edited on May 28, 2013, at Arad
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The FOCUS of MY INTENTION
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!
8:21
I desire to bring along with
my whole being - the feelings of terror, anger and grief,
trapped in my decision at midnight to cancel the RedSeaTour
[a code from now on!]
and trapped in conveying this decision to the parents of Yael,
Rotem & Arnon at 1 A.M.
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hodayot [thanksgivings] for
today
9:04
My Body,
my Partner,
my God
I give thanks to you for having been so patient with me,
when I kept imposing on you superhuman efforts for most of
my life.
I am immensely grate-ful to Efrat,
my daughter-in-love,
for having acted - not "as an angel on the abyss",
but as an angel who prevented me from continuing my way towards
the abyss!
I am grate-ful to Yael, who reminded me so strongly of my
Pyrennees-Lesson,
and 'prepared me' for my decision with her sentence in her
essay "My Journey"
"Sometimes
it's worthwhile to give up. To go back.
To understand that the experience did not become
realized
as I wanted it to."
I
am grate-full to the actors in this episode of my drama, especially
Micha,
for having taken the role of triggering
me and awakening me into awareness!
I am grate-full for the supportive "signs from heaven":
the elimination of my idea, that we could
sleep in Ilana Offer's house in Eilat,
the surprising connection to the Internet, after 4 hours of
its disappearance,
which made me scuplt-send my decision before I would get cut
off again [as
now!]
I am grate-full for the time-space
of these 9 hours in which to deepen my lesson,
and thanks for rediscovering R.M. Rilke's message, why I need
"to hide in his face".
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Driving
Backward into the Future
I opened the 3 pages
of "Is
this really a God-victorious journey?"
There I juxtaposed a danger-less spiritual mass pilgrimage in
2007
with my lonely pilgrimage in 2001, by foot with 17 kg equipment.
The quotes from my Hebrew diary are followed by this message:
The lesson was and is:
"You chose the wrong path.
You lost your way in the snow,
you understood that you needed to descend,
to reach the snow-free area of the mountain.
But you headed towards the opposite slope.
You never considered the obvious direction:
to go back and down, from where you came.
"This has been your life's direction since 1995:
Stop going forward, cease
to manifest,
drive backward
into the future,
heal and harvest your past,
heal into wholeness,
for only when you are whole,
embracing all you are and all you have experienced,
will you be able to manifest creations which are whole." |
"By chance", the juxtaposition
on my site
ends with the question to my Body:
"Didn't I promise you, that
I would never leave you?
Is it now YOU who are leaving ME?"
"Body kept silent, knowing,
that we had to go through a terrible lesson,
but that we would not leave each other by dying."
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This
page from a letter and a poem by Rilke was
always with me
while dragging myself along on my lonely, often misleading path
through the mountains of the Pyrenees in May 2001,
and my sleeping outside in cold and drippling rain.
July 17, 1925:
"...wenn sich
ein Huegel langsam mit sanften Gelaenden
zu der empfaenglichen Wiese neigt:
sei uns auch dieses unser. Sei uns vermehrlich.
Oder des Vogels reichlicher Flug
schenke uns Herzraum, mache uns Zukunft entbehrlich.
Alles ist Ueberfluss. Denn genug
war es schon damals, als uns die Kindheit bestuerzte
mit unendlichem Dasein. Damals schon
war es zu viel. Wie sollten wir jemals Verkuerzte
oder Betrogene sein: wir, mit jeglichem Lohn
schon Ueberbelohnten...
"Trotzdem, der Verkehr
mit der Arbeit ist doch irgendwie aelter in mir,
unsaegliche Erinnerungen gehoeren ihm in meiner ganzen Natur,
- er besteht auf seinem Recht,
und ich habe schliesslich nichts zu tun, als es ihm einzuraeumen.
Mag nun dabei wirklich das "Werk" zustande kommen
oder nur die ihm, der Intensitaet und Reinheit nach, innen entsprechende
Besinnung - :
eines waere so viel wie das andere,
- und das Alleinbleiben in meinem alten Turme waere,
so oder so, kein geringes gewesen.
Denn so sehr der Kuenstler in einem auch das Werk meint,
seine Verwirklichung, sein Dasein und Dableiben ueber uns hinaus
- ganz gerecht wird man erst, wenn man einsieht,
dass auch diese dringendste Realisierung einer hoeheren Sichtbarkeit,
von einem endlich aeussersten Ausblick aus,
nur als Mittel erscheint,
ein wiederum Unsichtbares,
ganz und gar Inneres und vielleicht Unscheinbares - ,
einen heileren Zustand in der Mitte des eigenen Wesens zu gewinnen."
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What is the meaning of the fact , that on my
travel from Arad to Shoham yesterday,
prolonged by the detour by foot to "Orange", in order to get
my repaired cellphone,
I burdened myself already with part of the equipment for the planned
RedSeaTour,
including the special tent I had sown for the pilgrimage in the presence
of Arnon?
and that the train "paused" close to the area, in which I
had toiled on its creation?
From
"Desert Vision>My own Living in pyramidal Tents"
"A new invention bothered my
mind:
A tent without poles, to be hung on a tree ,
easily to be packed in a back-pack.
Only one photo exists of my working on this tent,
made by Ra'ayah, when I invited them to visit me in that eukalyptus
forest:
I came up with a tent that weighed 1,5 kg only.
I tried it in 6 cold nights during the month of my
adventure in the Pyrenees.
There is no photo of the tent itself,
nor of the ordeal I experienced in it.
But it still exists, neatly packed, next
to my nomad equipment in my Arad flat.
For what? Until when?
[see
the images made on May 31]
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Finetuning
to my Presence
Immanuel and Tomer were just about to leave for the flight to
Los Angeles - for 8 days!
when they became witnesses of my screaming at Micha on the phone.
Though Efrat and he had only a slight idea about my plan with
the RedSeaTour,
they understood rightaway, that I had done it again: succumbed
to my Yes-pattern:
"at kol-kakh tzfuyah"
- you are so expectable!
"You are a person who can "take
it all" (in Hebrew:
"to soak it in" like a sponge).
That makes it impossible for people to
grow in your presence."
And after the hugging and kissing between the parting men and
the staying women,
Efrat took me to the veranda (11 PM!), where she wanted to smoke
a cigarette.
In time I could see clearly, how I had become entangled again
in what Harvey Jackins - in an International
Workshop about Re-evaluation
Counseling - pointed out to me in 1978:
"You always try to make it easy for
people, that's why they despise you!"
And Efrat:
"What would happen, if you would cancel the whole thing?"
At the end of Efrat's work with me I was
determined to do the "impossible, incredible, unforgivable"
- to disappoint my grandchildren for the first time in their
lives and to admit towards their parents,
that I had done it again, entangled myself in the complications
which followed from a loving idea
and made life difficult also for all people involved.
Despite my fear and anger and sadness I also felt relieved and
even proud of my new ability,
to not be reliable!
It was then, that I saw the connection
to the stormy interaction with my 3 friends
in the Beit-Shean Valley:
In both cases I have to let go of what Efrat suspects as a hidden
"ego-mania",
sticking to my commitment!
Isn't "commitment" a value taught by everyone who
believes to know what is right?
Why is it that in this life of mine I have to constantly learn
~~~
~~~ the opposite of what everyone thinks is an absolute value?
As if to affirm the connection between
the journey I was invited to undertake to 3 friends near the
Lake of Tiberias,
[I'll call this scene in my drama "Neve-Eitan"
according to the place where they live]
and the journey to the Read Sea, on
which I planned to take 3 grandkids ,
I now got an SMS from Tamir:
"Only affirm that you got my message!"
the message in which he praised my being
triggered by him as being "an orchard for flowers to
bloom".
So I answered: "I
received it, but I won't react.
The distance does not allow for working together on triggers.
This is not the time for us.
"be-yadkha ittotai" "In
your hand are my times", Psalm
31:15
[see
my song with verses from this psalm, including "be-yadkha
ittotai"]
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After our move to Metzuqe
Dragot above the SaltSea, in 1998,
I finally parted from my bus, transformed it into a hostingspace
and started to live in a - solarpowered -tent. And so did
Tamir.
He erected his tent above an army training ditch - symbolically. |
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This
tent was the 4th generation of the
R&D of the pyramidal tent.
It was used until April 2004 at the Dead Sea.
Just one image of the 2nd generation with Yiftach Paskhi:
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I
also lived in such a tent
during winter and rain
from 2000_11_04 till 2001_04_30
in my daugther's garden at Modi'in.
It was there,
that Rotem and Yael became familiar
with a tent in general
and a grandma in a tent in particular.
In "My Journey" Yael imagines living in a tent,
and also uses the tent as a metaphor
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While Rotem (then not yet 8) and Itamar
(3)
visited me alone, when they felt like doing so.
Jonathan - then not yet 10 - and Yael - not yet 5
are seen here sitting in my tent
only because their mother came with them.
It was in February 2001,
when she finally wanted to document
this strange situation:
grandma living in a tent in her garden....
When I asked for permission towards November 2000,
since I could no longer stay with Immanuel & Efrat ,
nor could we find a flat for me, which we all could pay for,
Ronnit agreed without hesitation,
but for Uri, my son-in-love, it was incredibly difficult.
"It has not yet been forgiven!"
I heard Efrat saying recently - by accident ...
I knew, I didn't really give him a choice,
also because 4 years earlier, when I had a little money,
I gave him a huge gift "for
your new garden"...
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Translation of my letter (see the Hebrew text on this morning's
"altar"...
To the parents of Yael, of Rotem and
of Arnon Shalom
"Sometimes it's
worthwhile to give up. To go back.
To understand that the experience did not become
realized
as I wanted it to."
This is what Yael wrote in "My Journey"
in the booklet for her Bat-Mitzvah.
I was very wrong, when I thought,
that the children would be capable of communicating between
themselves
and between them and there parents.
And I was wrong
when I made it possible for the children to postpone the date
again and again:
In the middle of June it is too hot to spend the entire day
on the beach of the Red Sea.
I, therefore, cancel my gift toYael.
I'll wait for the right time in order to make up to her with
another gift.
Please announce this to your children rightaway and affirm to
me that you did so.
If there will be questions, I want to hear them from Yael's
mouth alone,
and not from each child seperately.
And from you the parents I ask forgiveness for having again
entangled and become entangled
Your mother and mother-in-law Christa-Rachel
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E. said:
"everything is alright except for
your apology!
They'll learn nothing"
But she understood when I explained;
"I must differentiate between
what I want to learn from this situation,
and what they should learn from it.
Going back on a decision, a plan, a promise,
especially a promise to a grandchild,
and even more so a gift to a grandchild's Bat-Mitzvah
is such an enormous step for me,
that I didn't want to burden myself with a difficult reaction
from my children or my grandchildren.
I therefore worked hard to find words
which would be absolutely free of blame,
yes, I added an apology,
thus admitting that I was to be blamed,
so they won't have a chance to blame me on their part."
{Zwi Zohar, a friend in the seventies,
once pointed out to me this kind of manipulation:
"You constantly blame yourself ,
so as to not give anyone else the chance to blame you."
But I cannot find anything wrong
in protecting myself this way.)
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My time with Mika - so nourishing and relaxing
usually - was challenging today,
not only because I had the responsibility for the life of another
toddler...
Dolev, who is almost four, was to visit Mika from after kindergarden
until supper.
Unwisely her mother told Mika this already a day before.
The little "single child" could hardly sleep with excitement
and imagined that "tomorrow" was already "today".
When our time to go out , came, I first took them to the playground
in our street,
since I wanted to avoid having to cross the big street.
But this place was so packed with kids and parents,
and the shuffle-dozers on the construction-destruction site on the
hill across so noisy,
that I grabbed the two and dragged them a bit further to the zigzag
path up to the sunflower playground.
There are plants, flowers and fruits, which Mika likes and which she
could show to her little friend.
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Sharing what each one has
gathered...
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Sharing also the water I've brought
with me
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In this situation
I got an SMS from "Neve-Eitan", from Tamir,
a response to my SMS yesterday:
"This is simply a pretext!
What a pity that you are not capable of standing behind your
teaching
[that "triggers have
to be worked on"],
from which we draw living water together every day...
With an open heart and a soul yearning forever ... your partner
Tamir.".
I could find several things to judge
here,
but the point was to release the judgment,
that I have to be understood
or that I have to be right and righteous.
It is of no use to let triggers help us to heal ourselves,
if there is no physical togetherness,
leave alone a mutual dependency as in a family.
I had to learn this lesson over and over and over again.
So I let them go.
There will be a time for us in the future, but it is not now!...
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While digesting what
I read,
Mika said she needed to pee.
She found herself a comfortable way of crouching,
holding on to the bars of the zigzag path.
It turned out, that "peeing" in this case meant
shitting.
There are some words she simply refuses to use,
and 'shitting' is one of them.
Since this activity always takes some time,
she invited Dolev to join her and so he did.
In the end I had to find a way to pick up the two results,
From now on I'll always take a few of Nella's dog-shit nylon
bags with us!
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Then came the moment of
a quarrel, which I had foreseen.
After they had run up and down the zigzag path,
Mika saw a long thin branch, with a cluster of flowers at
its end.
It stood out from a young tree on the side of our street,
and since someone would have to cut it off anyway,
I broke it and gave it to Mika. But alas! what about Dolev!
I was in no mood whatsoever to calm them down.
So luckily I discovered another such branch and broke it off.
Now each one had a broom to sweep the zigzag path,
until we reached the upper end, just below the sunflower garden.
There I showed them the wall with the passiflora flowers and
frutis,
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As to more
of the images of this outing with Mika and Dolev
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About 22:20 I opened channel 2 - by chance
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A new series concerning the Israeli-Palestinian predicament.
Obviously the satiric series "Arab Work" - praised so much
in the beginning, also
by me - was not "right timing".
Since I was so disppointed, when they cut off the series, before it
had really begun,
I don't want to learn anything about this one
Good
Intentions
Mika, ready for the Shavuot Festival
song
of the day
"Heal me,
YOU,
and I'll be healed,
free me and I'll be free"
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