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!" |
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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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29, Thursday, -at Shoham
Re-edited on May 29, 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!
between 6:20 and
8:20
I desire to "tone"
& "laugh" [see
below], or at least keep breathing
the feelings of shame & regret,
which replaced the fear of my daughter's angry non-response
and my son's not-understanding.
I desire to FEEL shame~ to FEEL regret~ instead of escaping
into exterior acting and changing.
I desire that a process towards consensus - instead
of my dictate -will be initiated
by my grandkids!
If I feel a true desire for an exterior
occurrence to happen in my drama -like that RedSeaJourney-
I desire to manifest this through my heart-felt INTENT without
'doing' that causes "reversals"! |
image of the day:
Stepping backwards, each with a passion-fruit in one hand
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hodayot [thanksgivings] for
today
9:04
My Body,
my Partner,
my God
I give thanks to you again
for supporting my feeling, my vibrating, my thinking
and for being my true and ever present home!
I am grate-full to myself for being capable of 'WOMBING
my SHAME',
accepting that I was not strong enough to accomplish two steps
at once:
to go back on my promise and plan! to "turn around"
(Pyrenees-lesson)!
and to do so in consensus with those involved - instead of
imposing it,
though meeting them together face to face seemed to be impossible.
2013: why not one by
one , why not by phone?
I am grate-full for my growing awareness of how I staged this
drama.
I am grate-full for eliminating all non-effective interaction
("Neve-Eitan"),
so as to have the TIME to vibrate and womb my feelings
to let understanding and acceptance and intention evolve from
them.
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2013: I showed Mika the sequence with Dolev, but
she does not remember him, as she does not remember anything from those
early years.
It was in this situation that I got a
phone-call from Micha: "Did
you call me?"
Later Efrat explained to me this "trick"
of calling: did you call me?
"I use it when I want to make up
with my husband after a quarrel,
Micha probably wanted to check your mood
feeling uncomfortable for having been the cause of your revocation!"
But the phone notes affirmed a call to
M. at 19:05 and a call from M. at19:06,
and the "accidental" click was arranged by an "angel"
to help me relax a bit!
Though Micha said nothing of his own volition! I had to draw
him out:
"Did you receive my mail?" "Yes",
and he escaped into something technical.
Again I asked: "Did
you tell Arnon?" "Yes, already this morning!"
And when parting he mumbled: "Let's
think of something nice, less hot!"
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as if the heat at the Eilat-beach had
been the real reason for my "turning around" |
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On another wall :
more abundance
of Passiflora fruits.
While Mika
still happily plays
with her branch-broom,
Dolev, not so happily, discards it
while standing under an almost bare olive-tree.
I discern two fruits
which had fallen
to the ground
under the flowering vine
and allowed them
to pick them up
and take them with them.
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We return home,
and while the kids pass
under the blooming Bougainvillia,
Mika holds
her passion-fruit like a trophy |
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Healing
Sounds Newsletter HEALING SOUNDS
RADIO with Jonathan Goldman
www.healthylife.net -- June 2008-- guest Jim Albani
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Please
tune in June 11th, Wednesday, at 12 noon US Eastern Time, to
www.healthylife.net
when I present "The Healing Sounds Show". My guest
for this show is Jim Albani.
Jim Albani is a master of toning (the
use of self- created vocal sounds for healing and transformation).
He is adept at many of the ancient mysteries and is a master
of sacred geometry. In addition, Jim is an ordained minister
in Minneapolis. His ministry includes rituals and ceremonies
focused on sound and healing. For many years, on Sundays, Jim
led his congregation in toning service. Through this work, Jim
originated the Day of Toning, which now is one of the highlights
at the Healing Sounds Intensive each year.
The Day of Toning is an experience in which
attendees participate in sacred sound for 12 hours in order
to assist personal and planetary activation.
This may be one of the most important matrixes for evolutionary
sound on the planet. Jim will discuss how he developed this
concept and talk about the power of intentionally created group
sound to shift global consciousness.
Harmonically Yours, Jonathan
Goldman
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In searching for an image which might express
my yearning for the planned and cancelled RedSeaTour
I came across my
sculpted composition in "Desert Water Vision" , which
"says it all"
13:00
I couldn't help "doing" after
all,
because of the need to also help Efrat.
A Shabbat without her husband and her work
and mainly without children for Mika,
is a nightmare for her.
So why not initiate half a Grandma
day for the Quintet?
Which would give me the chance to meet at least Yael and Arnon,
talk to them face to face and correct my mistakes,
of (a) having imposed my decision on them
instead of reaching a consensus
and (b) of having talked to their parents
instead of to them directly.
Zipi
called me - she didn't find me in my castle in Arad.
She now works as a shepherdess on a farm near Meitar.
I told her about my coping with "Neve-Eitan" &
"RedSeaTour".
"thank you for letting me
say these things aloud and ",
she completed: "not only write
about them."
It didn't make me feel better, though, on the contrary,
but feeling good is not my aim today...
Then Efrat came home for 10 min. and said with no smile:
"I've read your mail. You
indeed complicate things!"
Her practical proposal,
to invite the Quartet for a "Grandma Day with the Quintet",
but only for half a day on Friday till the night,
for on Shabbat she wants to go with Mika to the pool at Kfar
Daniel.
"But it's not me who will
coordinate with their parents.
You can talk to Arnon."
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My
e-mail to Efrat's job address,at 11:15
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So what should I "do"?
Remembering my "Intention", I let it guide me.
I checked: no, I don't have Arnon's phonenumber, nor Yael's.
And Itamar didn't answer.
Nor do I have Armon's e-mail address, since I use gmail.
To write to Yael?
She may not open her e-mail until next week.
Finally I decided to write to Micha (15:00):
"I am again taking the initiative
- with great difficulty..
But I also want to help Efrat.
Since Ra'ayah said "perhaps" with regard to Efrat's
proposal,
to meet at the pool of Kfar Daniel on Shabbat,
and because Efrat's interest is mainly "Ayelet for Mika"!
and because we can't stay in the pool for more than 2-3 hours,
I asked Efrat if she could think of "half a grandma-day"
for the Quintet,
i.e. from Friday after school until the night, without staying
overnight.
She agreed.
"This will make it possible also for me to talk face to
face -
at least with Yael and Arnon,
something I could not have done 39 hours ago,
when I had to recruit all my strength,
in order to do something which is so much not "ME":
to cancel a program, a promise, a present...
"What do you think?"
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Micha
sent an SMS: OK.
Encouraged by that I wanted to forward this letter to Ronnit,
and I corrected the letter to her, which was written 3 days
ago.
But since then the connection to the Internet has vanished again...
It's now 17:14, any minute Efrat and Mika will come home.
And I want to let go of my anxiety and my shame
and fully, wholly enjoy my little grandchild,
who parted from me this morning in the elevator
with such grace and laughter.
Later I found his e-mail response:
Great idea - we are on. Did you talk with
Ronit? Tx
and understood, that I had "forgotten"
to ask him,
to coordinate with Ronnit.
So we had another phonecall about who would do what...
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"Sappri
li sippur al shemesh ve-al geshem" Mika
said,
when we played our little game with her eating her cereals,
today for the first time - according to her repeated wish-
with little pieces of banana..
Partly she feeds herself, or drinks from the bowl,
and partly she lets me feed her.
I sing Lior's "birkat ha-mazon
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Let's say thanks
to the earth which makes everything grow with love,
to the sun, which gives the light,
to the rain, which waters [mashkaeh]
and waters [marvaeh],
and to God who creates everything anew every day.
May our meal be blessed.
and apply "everything which the
earth grows with love"
to the ingredients in her bowl!
Now she comes: 17:18
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155000 people
voted
for the hoopoe
as Israel's national bird
[see
a video!]
[and
another one]
[and
another one]
From Wikipedia:
" Their habitat is open cultivated
ground
with short grass or bare patches.
They spend much time on the ground
hunting insects and worms.
That diet may have been among the reasons
the Hoopoe is included
on the Old Testament's list
of unclean birds
(see Leviticus 11:19
and Deuteronomy 14:18).
"The song is a trisyllabic
"oop-oop-oop", which gives rise to its English
and scientific names.
Hoopoes in human culture
The Hoopoe featured in Greek mythology. Once a man, Tereus
was transformed into the form of a Hoopoe. The character featured
prominently in Aristophanes' Birds
In Islam, the Hoopoe is associated
with King Solomon
who spoke with animals,
(in Arabic the Prophet Suleyman)
and he tells him of the Queen of Sheba
and her magnificent land. Quran 27:20-28.
In classical Chinese poetry,
the Hoopoe is depicted
as a celestial messenger
often bearing news of the spring.
The Hoopoe is generally considered auspicious in China
thanks to its unique beauty
A hoopoe figures centrally in
The Conference of the Birds,
one of the central works
of Sufi literature.
Hoopoes and their blood are
often-called-for instruments
in many medieval Western magical practices, often associated
with various kinds of divination and necromancy
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I discerned Efrat's silvery sandals on the floor,
and engraved in their soles:
"shamayim",
which means both: sky and heaven.
My instinctive association:
"Heaven-on-Earth-in-Body",
even
"Heaven-on-Earth-in-Body's Feet"....
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"I'll make you a
braid!"
"The prettiest in Shoham?"
"In Israel!"
How does she know the difference
between town and country?
She knows very well,
that grandma Mirjam lives in Acco,
while grandma Rachel lives in Arad,
and, of course, she herself lives in Shoham.
Also, towards "Independence Day"
she learnt about
"the State of Israel",
but this doesn't explain
the smartness of her joke:
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She turns a big box upside down,
searching for an "orange rabbit".
I help her sorting out the mess.
There were rabbits in other colors.
No, it needed to be the orange one.
And she found it!
How could she remember,
that among the millions of toys
dispersed in ever so many places,
there existed an orange rabbit,
and that it was in that box,
where the rabbit hid?
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Today
I succeeded in leading her to the Hevel-Park.
I prefer this park - though the farest from us -
mainly because of the vast free space around.
But she wanted to stay on the playground itself,
though she had not much interest in its installations.
Even the flying of a remote-controlled aeroplane,
which I would have liked to watch, and so would she,
could not move her from the playground,
When I finally persuaded her to go somewhere else,
we didn't come far:
she saw these bricks dispersed on the lawn,
and, of course, something had to be done with them.
Without hesitating she lifted the heavy stones
and placed two of them next to each other.
But when she wanted to put a third one on top of it,
I panicked -
more than once in my desert past
a finger got squeezed in between heavy stones.
It may take half a year until this gets healed,
and if it's a toe with a nail,
it will never entirely heal at all.
To my relief she agreed to let me do the job.
Her next argument was,
that the bricks should be put one upon the other
in a parallel way.
But knowing that in the end
she would want to sit on the "building" ,
I demonstrated,
that putting the new row of stones on the lower row
in a 90 degree angle
would make the "building" much more stable.
As to the natural stones, we decided to put them
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When done with the bricks, she urged
me to return to the playground.
At its edge was a new building, from which I heard untimely
singing: what was it?
With some more persuasion Mika agreed to be carried (!) around
the corner:
It was a synagogue and people celebrated the "entry"
(not yet the inauguration).
The furniture from the temporary place in a school was carried
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Later Mika told her mother: "I've
seen windows!"
which meant, she was impressed by the huge windows, pointed out by me
with the explanation,
that soon pretty colors would be applied to them, as shown on the drawing
of the "Light of Life NGO".
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Mika looked for a proper place to comfortably
make "Pipi", i.e. to shit.
I felt ashamed of all the people around and hid her by my body as
well as possible.
Again the "activity" took "ages"...
When she was done, her little behind cleaned and the "harvest"
disposed of,
she was ready to take my hand and walk home.
Except that when crossing a junction with a stripe of nature in between
two tracks of the road,
she sat down on a stone between dwarf cypresses with such determination,
that I sat down too.
She busied herself with plucking tiny pieces from the shrubs and I
had to do nothing but enjoy her peace,
while in her back as well as in mine the cars ran along, unaware of
this spot of Heaven-on-Earth!
see more images of this scene tomorrow
song
of the day
Pressure, fear, my feeling
Pain and shame and fury
I embrace you kneeling
Like Rachel her Uri
Breathe, cry, scream and tremble
Sense my love so gentle
Do not judge yourself, Fear,
Let's grow in my womb dear.
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