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!"
s
K.I.S.S. -
L O G 2
0 0 8
Keep It Simple Sweetheart
Then those who see Ha-Shem, will talk
among each other,
and he listens and he
hears
yatakaalamuna allathina
yarau'na-hu ,
va-yusri va-yasma'
Dann die IHN schauen, werden reden miteinander,
und er lauscht und er
hoert
Puis ceux qu'ils voient Ha-Shem, se parlent
l'un a l'autre
il entends,
il ecoute
September
9/ Elul 9, Tuesday, 25th
day of "having died to righteousness"-
at Arad my
dead mother's 99th birthday Actions and Interactions: pool twice, garden
7:40 Lior&Amit came to bring me more of that salad-leaves mix
-"carots", said Amit
Lior said: "I DID go to school!"
and Amit wanted "a surprise"
from me. He was happy with Ra'ayah's dismantled
- carot-colored purse.
9:00 Ziva, a woman from Arad, asked me again - if I would "tell
my story" to a group of elderly people, and I told her
again: "Ask me 2 days before it's relevant!"
19:30 I wanted to watch 3SAT "Nano", - "Channel disconnected"!
- Ofir came and reported on 3 months of anger with the Cable-Company
"HOT".
I begged him to come to terms with them and not to switch to the company
"YES", which would also mean "no Internet"! Parting from my
obsession to complete this page--- on October 6
Know exactly what you want, communicate clearly what you want,
then get out of the way, live and play, and let happen what
may
I don't exist to realize my desires, rather my desires exist
to give me reason for creative action and pretext for loving
interaction! 9:00 I desire to reinforce the wonderful
changes in humankind (see "thanksgivings" below),
by focusing my interest on these, be they ever so hidden among
the news about horrid things
and by radiating my grate-full-ness and my desire, that all
people may grow in self-acceptance.
and in "making myself happy", like
that Indian painter of miniatures explained his fulfillment.
I desire to remember the gifts I received from my mother -
without mentioning my lessons with her.
My
last visit to the grave of my Christian mother,
Maria Berge Guth,
2003
in
the Protestant (formerly Templar) Cemetery
in Jerusalem opposite
Rachel Immenu Street
hodayot [thanksgivings] for
today
8:40 My Body,
my Partner,
my God
I give thanks - again and again - to your brain,
it comprises only 2% of our body-mass,
but uses 20% of your body energy and 25% of its oxygen,
and - unlike other organs and unlike all muscles -
it never ever rests!
I am grate-full for the wonderful changes
as reported continuously on TV 3 SAT,
and as demonstrated in the Self-acceptance "Reality Shows"
on Channel 2.
Following a torturous chain of dreams this morning
- an old theme, but which hasn't come up for a long time -
getting lost in a big city like NY, streets, elevators, hotel
corridors,
I want to again express my immense gratitude for the simplicity
of my life
in all exterior circumstances, - without car, without traveling
abroad,
the simplicity of my town, my neighborhood, my home and garden,
my food, my clothes, my system of electrical devices,
my clear task at Bet Nehemya, [also in a simple exterior environment],
and mainly - the clear boundaries of my interactions
- limited to the 26 actors - to whom I'm tied by mutual dependency-
and the clear boundaries of my activities in my chosen daily
routine!
"COMPASSION"
This
is the "Grave
of Compassion" along the path which I improved on and which
I maintain.
I pass this "grave" twice to and fro, i.e. 4 times per day,
when I am in Arad and go to the pool.
After I
began to live at Arad on December 3, 2004 and began to climb down
and up this wadi,
I was bothered by a grave-like excavation and started to fill it up
with stones.
When it was about half full, and after I named the wadi "Wadi of
Compassion",
I decided on a game: "I'll gather from my path all
newly loosened stones - and only those I'll throw into the grave." Now, after about 20 months
the "grave" is almost full, and a few days ago I added a new
game: "I'll take a small bottle every
day and on my way to the pool I'll water the shrubs around it."
On my way back from today's
morning-pool I
suddenly had the idea to take a picture: "I must write down the date,
so that I'll know
how long it took for something "to happen".
[October 6: still nothing has happened] I passed a few more steps, when I remembered
my mother's grave in Jerusalem!
See the Grave of Compassion a year ago in FULLmoon
FULL-FILL-ment page
10
.
My mother, who even after 18 months of living
in my care in my home at Ramat-Gan, Israel, did not remember my name,
died under my stroking hands on February 20, 1984.
My sister Ursel came from Germany,
and with my children and my closests friends we celebrated her life
and her death. Pastor Michael Krupp, once my co-student,
was assisting us.
Later Ursel and I figured out an iron integration of cross and star-of-David,
and an artist in Jaffa created it.
I planted geranium,
an off-spring from my garden at Ramat-Hadar, transplanted in 1981
to our veranda in Ramat-Gan.
Their descendants are around me now in great numbers - here on my
veranda at Arad , 28 years later...
I realize, that I watered the geranium
there
with exactly the same kind and size of bottle,
with which I water the Grave of Compassion. The grave to the right is of Ute, a German
girl,
killed by a terrorist act on the bus of a group of volunteers for "Aktion
Suehnezeichen"
Driving Backward
In 1984 I did what I do today - only on paper, with paper
images and typed by an electric type-writer-
I created what I called "Rachel's HOLOGRAM" of my
present and past.
From among the few pages, which I managed to scan so far (time,
time, time!),
I want to exhibit two:
the 7 generation pedigree of my mother, beginning with the
name Wehner (on the left side),
and a story about the second Wehner, a man of the law, a contemporary
of Goethe and Schiller,
which I translated from an old letter, received from my mother's
uncle Paul Ende, a Protestant minister,
whom I appreciated, since he cared for me - through correspondance
only , since he lived in East-Germany -
until I learnt, that he was "a Nazi", like most
of my family...But by then he had been dead for a long time.
The photos show my mother as a young girl, and my mother and
father, after they met in 1933, 4 years before they married.
In the meanwhile 3 more generations have followed, the generation
of me (1938), my sister (died in 2004), my brother (died in
1970),
the generation of my children (born between 1963 and 1966)
and the generation of my grandchildren (born between 1987
and 2005), which means, that the
eldest, Elah, is already 21 years old.
The page 129 begins with the continuation of a report on
a discussion with my son Micha.
It has nothing to do with my mother, and in fact took place
almost 4 months after her death.
But the fabric, into which I wove present and past, just like
today, is interesting, to say the least:
Micha - then 18 - explained, that Joel, his step-brother deserved
to have so much money,
since the "Israel
Aerospace Industrie" , for which he worked, was so
profitable and successful in the world.
My son was quite proficient in telling me all the details
of Israel's export of rockets and arms,
and I didn't want to anger him by showing my sadness. Isaiah
(2:4) prophesied something totally different:
they shall beat their swords into plowshares,
and their spears into pruninghooks;
nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall
they learn war any more
I didn't tell him, but I wrote in my "Hologram":
"And though I understand the re-action
of the Jews to the holocaust,
how long will it take until we stop to re-act and instead
act?"
I then tell about the document, which
my mother's uncle Paul Ende had discovered.
He believed that it was a speech read at the grave of Johann
Friedrich Wehner (junior)
What in 1984 I translated from German
to Hebrew, I'm now translating from Hebrew to English ... Since there was no Internet
in 1984, I laboriously searched in my huge encyclopaedia,
from where I also cut images and glued them into the 'hologram'...
"Justizamtmann(I don't know what degree of
a law official this was, and shall use the general term "jurisprudent")Johann Friedrich W e h n e r [junior] died on May 19, 1810 (according to the pedigree,
which was probably composed by my father , when he wanted
to marry and had to prove that all grandparents were "Arian"
, this Wehner died in 1796) at Plauen
i.V. (im Vogtland),
The deceased was born on August 5, 1720 in a village in the
region of Oberlausitz
[In 1984, I explained that "Oberlausitz
is today (1984!) on the sourthern border between East Germany
and Poland"]. His father was the manager
of an estate of noble knights.
As a young boy he went to school in the
town Bautzen and very much enjoyed the instruction of
his teachers until he left for studies at the
University fo Leipzig[in the 18th century!!]. He studied law and began with his practical career
in the same town.
Later he became the director of a law office [or
something like that] of Saxony
in Annaburg
near Wittenberg
{I explained:
'this town became famous because it was there where Martin
Luther publicized his 95
theses against the corrupt Church in 1517 =the beginning of the
Reformation']
In this function he continued 8 years.
During this time he married the eldest daughter of the jurisprudent
Wirsich in the town Schweinitz...
After the wedding in 1758 , Wehner became the judge of Plauen
and got "permanence" [I added: "already then they furthered 'lack
of mobility'~~~]'
which means that he stayed outside the complications of the
war of that time [I explained: the Seven
Year War between Prussia and Austria which began with
the attack of the King of Prussia on Saxony in 1757.
The Russians and the English and the French were involved,
too, it was a kind of European War ~~~]
a fact which most probably was decisive for the wedding.
He begot two daughters and a son.
In 1758 he was was transferred to the office of law here at
Jena. [I explained: Jena, the town
in which Uncle Paul detected this document;
the town is famous because one of the two greatest German
poets, Friedrich
Schiller, taught there at that university between 1789
and 1799
i.e. at a time, when my ancestor, the jurisprudent, became
old there This town is very close to Weimar,
the town in which both Schiller and Goethe died,
and which gave its name to the "Weimar
Republic" in the twentieth of our century))
A short time after he arrived here, his wife died (1763)
and he married the third daughter of the judge Wirsich mentioned
above,
who bore him 3 sons and 2 daughters.
In 1801 he celebrated his 50th anniversary in his work.
Shortly after that his wife died. From among his 8 children he counted 36 grandchildren
and when he died, there were still alive - 7 of his children
and 21 of his grandchildren."
Well, and one of his sons was the greatgrandfather
of my grandmother Margarete Ende-Berge
The grandmother of my grandmother was French!
Images which I cut from my encyclopaedia:
the places of my mother's and my father's family in East Germany
Finetuning
to my Present
I don't know, why the sculpture for my
mother on the 24th anniversary of her death,
led me to her grave and from there back, further back to the
generations before her. It is, as if the
book of Daan van Campenhoot, the expert in "Family
Constellations"
were guiding me to look into that long ago history.
I had planned to tell a new story about me and my mother,
but now I don't have "time" anymore.
Maybe in half a year, on her 25the death-day the time will be
ripe.
When I tried to remember a song from among
the many we sang at home,
I remembered Psalm
121 "Lift up your eyes to the mountains"
for 3 female voices
in Mendelssohn's Elia [see
the green chakra soundbutton]
Since my sister, who sang the soprano, and my mother, who sang
the alto,
are no longer around to let me join in with the second soprano,
I'll sing another song by Mendelssohn,
Psalm
55,one which I learnt only 2 years ago:
Oh for the wings, for the wings of a dove
Far away, far away would I rove
Oh for the wings, for the wings of a dove
Far away, Far away, Far away, Far away would I rove
In the wilderness build me a nest
And remain there forever at rest
In the wilderness build me, build me a nest
And remain there forever at rest