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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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June 25, URI'S BIRTHDAY, - at
Shoham
re-edited on June 25, 2013
back to past ~~~~~
forward to future
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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!
11:23
I desire to thorougly
enjoy the four aspects of this day:
the "mess" with the car, the creative quiet
with my website,
the heaven-on-earth with Mika, the reunion of Mika with
Abba and Imma in my presence.
I desire, that Uri, my
son-in-love, will be more aware of and reach what I believe
is his goal ,too,
the feelings of full-fill-ment and excitement!
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After
I had despaired of making the car going,
had just freed Mika from her safety seat & belt,
and sat her on my shoulders
in order to walk 25 min.,
Ilan, a neighbor parked in, came over:
"probably the battery is weak!"
and drove us to the kindergarden.
That gate didn't want to open either,
and when it did,
I ran,
stretched Mika through the window,
right into a dance with veils.
Despite Ilan's waiting, I took a picture
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hodayot [thanksgivings] for
today
11:30
My Body, my Partner,
my God
I give thanks to the glands in our nose
and the sinuses
and their
continuous production of mucus — more than a liter a
day! -
to clean and moisturize our nasal membranes and help fight
infection.
I became aware of this again 2 nights ago,
when I was woken up 3 times by a runny nose.
There was no sign of a cold approaching,
nor were there plants which could cause an allergic reaction.
And after I had gotten out of bed 3 times to blow our nose,
I fell asleep,
and woke up with a whole nose and more grate-full-ness to
its functioning!
I am grate-full to Mika for her loving
companionship.
I'm grate-full to the helpful people,
who crossed our path yesterday:
Rachel, the kindergardener, Lee, her daughter, Ran her bridegroom,
Hanni, of "Hanni's circle", Yafit and her son Noam,
the neighbors,
and this morning: again Rachel on the phone, Ilan, the neigbor
from above,
and -also "by chance"- Yafit in the elevator, who'll
inform Ilan, her husband.
[SMS response from Paris:
"not the Ilan above, but the Ilan next to us "knows!"]
I am grate-full for the existence of Uri,
my son-in-love,
with whom I feel connected, even though he choses to be far
from me.
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"Driving
Backward into the Future" = "Closeups
to the Past" = Healing&Harvesting my Past
15:10
During my attempt to fall asleep for 2 minutes -
which is all it takes to let me feel refreshed -
I saw myself savoring the sculpting of yesterday's page,
which has taken "up" the last four hours.
'I wished people would know,
how much excitement is hidden in each day's experiences,
if I relate to them with the methods of "Finetuning"
and "Closeup".
They would no longer be addicted
to more and more "actions", "attractions
" and the "highs" induced by drugs.'
It was then, that I - for the umptiest time - remembered
a scene in my life,
which demonstrates how I, as a child, was hungry for exterior
entertainment.
Of course, it was at a time, when there was no such thing
at all.
When I was six-seven years old, in that village, Wolfartsweiler,
after the war,
we 3 children had one single book with cartoons about
an adventure story,
Even the radio was taken away from us (by the Occupying
French Forces),
but if it had stayed with us, what nourishment would have
come from that?
Ond day other children told me, that they would go to
a fair in town.
"Town" meant "Saulgau", and to reach
it, one had to walk 7 km.
[See what I learnt only now
about this town ........!]
There was no public or private transportation whatsoever
at that time.
I don't even remember a truck,
which brought what little merchandise we could buy in
the miserable shop there.
Perhaps it was carried by a horse-wagon.
I asked my mother, if I could join those girls - who were
2-3 years older than I.
To my surprise, she allowed it.
But then suddenly, when we had been walking for some kilometers
already,
the girls said; "Let us see
the money for the ticket you have with you!"
I showed it: "This is not enough,
it cost's this and this. Go home!"
Since I was smaller and intimidated easily by everyone,
since I lived under the worst of home dictatorship,
I ran back as fast as my legs could carry me,
I vividly remember a yellow field of Raps
["oilseed rape"?], which was in my way,
I got the money from my mother, ran after the girls, could
see them in a distance,
but then was met by a woman, who came from the opposite
direction:
"They demand, that you go home!"
It was clear to me then, small as I was, that they simply
didn't want me.
And this is the point, of which I am so proud to this
very day.
I didn't back off. I continued to walk towards town,
keeping enough distance between the girls and me,
which on the one hand would prevent them from threatening
me,
and on the other hand would help me to find the way to
the fair.
After some time they gave up their rejection and called
me to join them.
And as to the "ATTRACTION",
to fly around through the air on the hanging seats of
a swing carousel,
this was, indeed, worth my determination to not succumb
to terror...
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Today, late at night, my children showed
me the only three photos of Paris they had taken.
And I did enjoy 'taking part' virtually in the "ATTRACTIONS"
they had chosen to experience!
Late at night or the next morning
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While Mika's parents are already in Immanuel's
plane - flying home,
Mika and I enjoy 260 minutes of continuous togetherness.
There was not one worrying occurrence
(yes one: when I fixed her safety-belt in
the car,
such a nerve-racking job! one of the clasps pinched her belly!)
and not one unpleasant interaction.
The activities were so many and various,
that no photo-gallery could catch up with them,
the more so, as I was so much involved as an actor,
that only a third, neutral person could have documented this
Heaven-on-Earth!
So the only visual testimony I managed to get hold of,
concerns the different "sceneries" of our playing:
the living-room, Grandma's room, Mika's room, the kitchen,
tiny spaces which contrasted those
which her parents had savored in the French mega-city.
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It was the first time in Mika's life,
that we had the chance to be together like that - alone,
and I wanted to experience,
how she would lead us from activity to activity.
It was only once, that I felt I should suggest something myself:
she asked for the dummy
in such a charming way, that my heart went out to fulfill her
wish,
instead I said: "Maybe you
want to go somewhere else,
your room, my room, or maybe you want to go out?"
"Savta's room!"
and she took my hand to go there, forgetting about the dummy.
On the other hand, it worries me a bit,
that - except before falling asleep in her bed - she cannot
be alone
- her fears, significant for small
children from the age of 3 -
are all-present.
Neither can she play with herself for longer than 5 minutes
I could make this happen only once-
we sat in my room - after supper, bathing, teeth-brushing -
and she agreed, that I went to the kitchen, to put it quickly
in order,
so "that Imma and Abba will
find everything clean!"
This is, of course, the result of her being in the center the
entire day.
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In a Reevaluation Counseling workshop
Harvey
Jackins once said:
"every child really needs
3 parents",
Most often it's the other way round,
like in my childhood:
3 children had only one parent.
Mika gets what is needed:
3 parents,
Abba, Imma, Grandma.
and in addition to those
she is in a kindergarden
which is conducted by a couple,
called "Mummy and Daddy!"
But when I connect
to Mika's Higher Self,
she tells me not to worry!
She needs this enormous caring,
as well as
this intense input of knowledge,
in order to be ready to fulfill her task.
And as to the problem
of not being able to be alone
or play alone,
it will work itself out in the right time...
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In Grandma's room - playing the Hiding-Game
among many other activities |
After
an intermezzo in Mika's own room,
we go back to my room for more games.
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"I'll sit here!" she
announces and takes a book from the shelf.
"This is my book, isn't it?"
"Yes, this is a book about
defining flowers, which I brought you!"
It's getting dark outside and Mika willingly comes to the kitchen,
where I prepare our supper.
For her:
fried egg, Cottage Cheese, Avocado, a cheese-saussage
and "Gamadim" dwarfs
, a tiny fruit yoghurt
She eats everything (with a little help from me),
and even asks for more Avocado:
"I like Avocado!"
she stresses
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Heart had found to Heart
Finetuning to my Present
From a Correspondence with Yael during
the last days.
Yael is preparing a work about "Roots",
something every pupil in Israel has to do , sooner or later.
In this context she sent me questions which I should answer,
about some favorite things in my childhood.
As usual, I took the matter much too seriously...
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Yael answered,
that it wasn't important
if others wouldn't understand the details.
The point was to show
how different things were then compared to today.
She also hinted at the possibility to not answer with one word,
but to explain what could be explained.
In any case, since a meeting, even on the phone,
was not feasible,
I became "mellow" and answered her questions in writing,
but superficially, "hafeef", as the Arabic-Hebrew
slang goes.
For her this was enough,
and I only wonder, when, if ever, I'll take easy things easy..
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How strange, that I came across a scene,
where Yael and her parents (Ronnit my daughter)
met with Arnon and his parents (Micha my
son)
when I was now searching for images, which would represent Uri in
a minimal way.
For Uri, my son-in-love, and Micha, my son, are not only similar in
appearance,
they are also both "not the social type", but introverted
(or ~ very much in denial?),
and therefore "impossible objects" for any photographer.
The "constellations" on these photos tell a bit about what
cannot be talked about here
Uri, my son-in-love ~~~~
Ronnit, my daughter ~~~~~~and Ra'ayah, my daughter-in-love |
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Uri there ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~the women
and children in the middle ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~and Micha
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As to more
of the experiences&images of this evening,
- see June 26 |
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