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Purpose of HEALING - K.I.S.S.
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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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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
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12/ Elul 12, Friday, 28th
day of "having died to righteousness"-
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Nehemya
and Arad
Actions and Interactions: traveling; pool
once -with Lior, Amit, Ofir; with Boris in the Kiddod Wadi
Parting from my
obsession to complete this page--- on September 24
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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
I don't exist to realize my desires, rather my desires exist
to give me reason for creative action and pretext for loving
interaction!
13:10
I desire to assimilate the intense
experiences during the wedding of my step-granddaughter.
I desire to grant Body and Will and Spirit all the rest they
need.
I desire that my daughter will heal all that makes living with
herself so excruciating,
and that those in our family whom she unawarely stages as triggers,
will simply "womb" her!
I desire that if it is her lesson to ask for help, as she cried
to E., that she will learn it this time!
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hodayot [thanksgivings] for
today
13:29
My Body, my Partner,
my God
I give thanks to the muscles of our
calves and their ordinary functioning.
I give thanks to your ability to jump up, when night-cramps
plague us
Please show me how to heal the reasons for this night's terrible
cramps following my wild dancing with and without Mika at
the wedding.
I'll re-integrate dancing Sama'a into my daily routine,
[neglected since - Aug. 27, 2006-
I began to walk to the pool, swim&swing]
also as an example for Mika, to make her learn this art in
time.
I'll also learn the exercise recommended for preventing
leg cramps
17:45
I'm grate-full that Dita has invited
me to Hagar's and Rafi's wedding.
I am grate-full that "Hagar" and "Rafael-Nehemya"
found each other.
and that Hagar (27) softened and will be a healer in Chinese
medicine.
I am grate-full that all my Sixteen were present, & mostly
warm to me.
I am grate-full for the deep talk w. Rotem about the benefit
of boundaries,
the encounters with Hagar&Rafi & Rafi's mother Efrat,
with Hadass,
the talks with Ines (85,
my dead ex-husbands first wife),
her partner Heinz,
her mother Mary (80), her cousin Inneke - both came from Holland,
with Adina, Heinz' daughter-in-law, divorced from his son
Uri since 8 years,
with Eliahu, Edna, Na'omi
with a friend of Shalom&Ruthi,
whom I don't recall but mentioned Sept.11
I am grate-full for the short
touching of Tomer, Arnon, Ra'ayah, Micha,
Dita, Tova, and for feeling at home with Immanuel, Efrat,
Mika
See the tree
of all these people below!
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Impressions
in the morning
in my garden
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A click by error: my computer and environment
On Thursday
crowds of soldiers travel home .
In the train
Beersheva-Tel-Aviv
there wasn't a spot on the floor
to step on.
I asked the soldier girls
to take a photo
of the situation
and took several pictures myself.
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In the train from Tel-Aviv to Herzliya
the crowdedness was the same,
though there were less soldiers.
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At Herzliya station so many people ran to the
waiting taxis, that I found myself without one.
While waiting , I enjoyed the blackbird on the lamp-post and the raven
- or whatever - on a pole under the moon,
and the tapestry between the pedestrian bridge across the highway,
the houses + water-tower, the electricity cables, the streets, the
cars
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Here I'm waiting for a taxi, which would bring
me to the garden of the wedding,
a garden in the middle of old orange orchards and once prospering
fields - east of Rishpon -
the moshav, in which old Abraham
Lisod lived... " your faithful fool", as my husband
used to call him,
because he worked for "Partnership"
with deep dedication as our voluntary secretary (1974-1980 and later
without me),
and he loved me so much, that later he insisted in publishing the
Hebrew version of "All
Israel are Guarantors for Each Other",
which resulted in a rift between him and his wife, not healed until
his death in 1989...
Encounter with the expanded family: the descendants
of the three Hahn-sisters: Edith (my mother-in-law),
Gertrud and Ilse
the yellow names signify people whom I met at
the wedding of Hagar, the daughter of my stepdaughter Dita
Rudolf Hahn
with his daugthers Edith and Ilse
lived in Berlin |
Grandma Johanna Salomon, with daughter
Elise&Otto,
and granddaughter Gertrud Jordan with Nomi |
Elise and Otto Hahn
with Eliahu,
their only grandchild
(Ilse's first son died) |
Hermann Salomon ~Johanna
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Salomon Hahn~Rosali |
Their daughter Elise Salomon married Rudolf
Hahn
They had 3 daughters
Edith
Hahn ~ Franz Rosenzweig
Their son Rafael, 1922-2001, married
twice
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Rosenzweig ~ Ines
their children: Joel,
Dita
Ines later
married Heinz
one of his 3 children married
Adina
who approached me at the wedding
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Rafael
Rosenzweig
~ Christa-Rachel
our children:
Immanuel, Ronnit, Micha |
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Gertrud
Hahn~Siegried Jordan [in
Israel: Yarden]
Their two children:
Hanna
~ Otto Berka
Uri
Nomi
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Arie
Yarden~ Tzippora
Shlomit
Tamar |
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Ilse
Hahn - Otto Strauss
Their second son (the first died)
Eliyahu Strauss
~ Hanna
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Rafael Rosenzweig's descendants
I n e s
Dita &Gideon
Orit
(&Ofer, Udi, Itai)
Hagar (&Rafi)
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Joel &Tova
Ran (&Shir)
Hadass
Asaf
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C h r i s t a - R a c h e l
Immanuel& Ruth
Elah 1987
Alon 1991
Tomer1994
Immanuel & Efrat
Mika -2005
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h r i s t a - R a c h e l
Sister Ronnit&Uri
Jonathan 1991
Rotem 1993
Yael 1996
Itamar 1998
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C h r i s t a - R a c h e l
Micha&Ra'ayah
Arnon 1996
Ayelet 1998
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Dita, the bride's mother, and her stepsister,
Ronnit, my daughter |
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Hadass, the law graduate, Joel's and Tova's
daughter, after our short but meaningful talk
Traveling home on Fridays is even more trying
than traveling north on Thursdays:
The train-schedule is changed in a way, that at Tel-Aviv-Haganah-station
I have to wait 52 minutes for the train to Beersheva.
While waiting (and learning from old "Seth"
cuttings - see Sept.23),
I was enchanted by the Rhododendron
bush climbing up to the bridge on the other side
I also enjoyed the view of Tel-Aviv from this most southern station
of the city
- with all the details, the staircases, the waiting people, the clock
, the lamp-posts
Already at the airport station I figured out,
that today I could get off at Lehavim -
since I had nothing to carry but my now perfectly stitched orange
pouch+purse,
and the weather wasn't too hot.
Since the ticket to Beersheva, 13 NIS for a pensioner
[I always buy a bunch in advance, since often I've to run to get a
connection],
were not good for the electronic exit at Lehavim,
I had to decide upon this determination already at the entry, so as
to use a ticket to Lehavim , 12 NIS.
I, indeed, got off at Lehavim, hitchhiked with somebody who came from
Lehavim to fetch a relative,
then walked along the road to Arad and was picked up by an elderly
Bedouin from Houra.
Of course, I never can pass by Houra,
without thinking of Nuri
El-Okbi .....
First my driver told me, that he would never pick up a young woman,
and though I knew, why,
I wasn't prepared for the following story:
"A friend of mine did pick up a young woman
- on that and that quite short route -
and she blackmailed him:
"If you don't give me 1000 NIS, I'll tell
the Police, that you tried to rape me."
The poor guy did have 1000 NIS with him and gave it to her,
afraid that the Police would always give more credit to a Jewish girl
than to a Bedouin man.
I was furious:
"But now this criminal woman will try her
trick on more Bedouin men!
Why didn't he trust himself!
Why didn't he drag her to the police right there and tell them , what
this women had proposed to him!"
The second important issue was this man's house:
"Look over there to Houra,
do you see the new neighborhood to the north (built in 2003)?
That's where I live, but I made a big mistake.
Now that 6 from among my 7 children have left the house and live elsewhere,
I am stuck with my wife and one son in a two storey house with 10
rooms."
"So why don't you build yourself a small house and sell this
one?"
"I did try to sell it to my eldest son for one million Sheqel,
but it came to a rift between us because of the sum!"
Already outside the car I emphasized:
"One shouldn't make business within the
family, you know that,
go and sell this house to somebody else,
and find the kind of home, which will give you peace (nakhat). "
He said: "Yes"
And maybe this was the real reason, why I was meant to get off at
Lehavim,
to encourage this man to re-find his courage.
Luckily at the entrance to Houra is a bus-station,
and so, when I wasn't picked up and a bus came, I took it.
Usually, when arriving at Arad, I enter the pool, which is half-way
to "Shaqed", my neighborhood.
But since I was only with Ra'ayah's pouch this time, and therefore
without a bathing-suit,
I had to first go home - but - passing by the grocery - bought milk,
salt and "Labbaneh",
a treat which I'm allowing myself a second
time but will probably won't do it a third time,
because I like it so much, that I eat from it even without smearing
it on the buns from Ofir's Masada-friend.
I still had 50 minutes until the last moment for going to the noon-pool
and began rightaway with this day's "Intentions" on kisslog.
When I entered the inner gate of the pool, I was greeted cheerfully!
It was, as if the kids - Lior and Amit - had just been waiting for
me.
I stayed with them longer than the contract with pensioners allows
for,
but I wanted to take benefit of this chance to strengthen my relationship
with Lior,
and to also get the info, which I wasn't given voluntarily, though
I deserved it....
Probably Meital felt uneasy, that she hadn't followed my "message"
exactly.
But for me the solution of the "Khalamish-problem"
is exhilarating,
how exhilarating I only understood, when later today I had the chance
to share it with Boris.
Boris always falls into my open door with a
question.
In the beginning of the relationship with my
5 starchilden at Arad
I had asked them to never call me beforehand, so as to spare me the
anger, when they didn't stick to the hour,
and to always know why they wanted to see me.
In time I cancelled the latter condition.
"but I'm always coming to people with
questions", said Boris this time.
so:
"where exactly is the Kiddod Wadi?
there is this group of pensioners, who
want to do something with the ancient cistern there, and I want to join
them."
That meeting was supposed to be at 17:00 and now it was 18:35.
I didn't voice, that there was no chance that he would still meet those
people.
Instead I suggested: "Do you have
your mother's car? Then I'll go with you."
His mother and her partner (not Boris'
poor father... with whom the family had immigrated from Russia, when
Boris was 3 years old, in 1990)
bought a new car, and the old wrack ("it's
still better than the new one")
became his and his sister's car.
I led Boris to a map from an Arad -broshure, stuck to the wall under
all my bags, hats etc. in the toilet-room,
I knew the
Kiddod-ridge, on which I lived at the time of "Rakhaf",
but didn't remember exactly, where the wadi ran along.
Well, we found it without a problem right at the eastern outskirts of
Arad,
after we had parked the car "safely"..... further up along
the houses.
Our little hike - an hour perhaps, until it was almost dark - was magnificent.
"You know, today after I had boarded
the bus at the entry of Houra,
I suddenly caught a sight of the mountains.
I felt nostalgic:
"I really should go out
into the desert sometimes,
and not be content with passing through the
Wadi of Compassion twice a day to the pool to and fro"
and there you came and motivated me to do just that - go into the desert!"
"Well, it's like that with you: you
just want something, and you get it!"
"In small things yes, but what about the big things?
I could be in the Guiness-Book for the amount of "failures"
in my life,
though , of course, I know the deeper purpose of my trials and failures..."
It was too dark to photograph, but the unimpressive lightening on these
few pictures
is somehow symbolic for the situation, in which we starchildren
still have to live,
hardly visible to each other, unvisible to the world.
We again talked about that a lot, later in the car outside the house,
and this time I sang the "nidberu" song (see on top) in all
5 languages.
The
"Khatzav" flower
in front I edited
with adding
a bit artificial light.
The last house of Arad
is seen above
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Then we reached the ancient cistern, which Boris would like to restore.
I again told him a tiny bit of my tragic love-story with cisterns
[see
especially my program for a memorial for our murdered Prime Minister
Yitzhak Rabbin -1995!]
"I didn't want to restore old ones, but I
had figured out every detail about building new cisterns,
and not so much open cisterns, but 'ma-agurot', which are cisterns inside
the rocks,
so that less water evaporates and contamination of the water is lessened."
[It should have been mentioned on the
page Noah's
Shore's Future!]
Invisible to the World, and rarely, hardly visible
to each other - WE want to full-fill the
prophecies of "Water in the Wilderness",
While still in the car
(I didn't actually want to invite Boris into my house again,
but wanted to be alone),
I asked him "one last question":
"What is it you said about 'Yotam',
there in the Kiddod Wadi,
when I mentioned my friends' children in Berlin,
who, despite being Christians, received their names from me:
Gavriel, Tamar, Jotam?"
"Oh, I came to understand some time ago, that this is my
name!
Hadn't you said in the past, that Boris was not my name?
Well then I couldn't accept it, but now I know you were right."
"Yes, yes , this is your name , no other!"
I exclaimed.
This stimulated a whole new part of our communication,
and soon enough, when I mentioned the two Yotams in the Bible,
he begged me " to go into your
house and learn the chapters".
So we sat at the computer
and learnt the story about Yotam,
Gideon's son in Judges 9, thoroughly.
"I'm glad, you motivated me to again
savor this fantastic fable!"
against Kings, Prime-Ministers
etc. - Yotam lived before Saul and David...
Boris , of course, knew the meaning of the name:
Yo, i.e. YHWH, is "tamim", i.e. whole,
meaning - according to Deuteronomy
32: 5+39-40-
that plus and minus are integrated.
"the Rock, his doing is whole......I crush
and I heal"
Boris also asked to have a look at the
king, called Yotam,
"who did what was straight in the eyes
of YHWH".[Kings
II, 15:32-38]
When we parted, I said: "Do
you want me to call you Yotam
from now on?"
"If you want to!"
"No, that is not enough! It won't even be enough, if YOU
want it.
You must DEMAND it,
like I demanded (in 1964)
from all people - except from my mother -
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A Dialogue with little Lior Cohen
in the water,
while we were both riding on the spiral separation ropes,
trying to find our balance:
"So you entered the
Levaot School after all [see
Sept.6] !"
"Yes, our mothers went to the department of education
[in the municipality],
and they allowed us to move away from
the Khalamish-School and enter Levaoth,
though they didn't know, if we could join the same class."
"Well, could you?"
"No, Hoshen is in one first grade class, and I am in
another."
I didn't tell her, that this pleased me very much,
and I was glad, when later Ofir himself said the same:
"I'm glad they are in two different classes,
thus Lior has the chance to make more friends."
"What does the name 'Levaoth' mean"
I asked, remembering the thorough research I had done on "Khalamish"
last Shabbat.
"I don't know!"
"How can you be in a school, the name of which you don't
understand?
How is it spelled."
She - first grade - spelled it: lamed , waw, ayin, yod, tav"
"There is no such word in Hebrew, nor such a name."
"I'll go to my father and ask him, but you stay here
and wait for me!"
So she got out of the pool and ran to the opposite side to
her father and back again.
"Abba says: Lamed - Waw - Alef", but I said, that
this isn't a Hebrew word either."
Later Ofir came around,
I first thanked him, that he solved the problem with "HOT-cables",
and that my TV channels re-appeared,
and then asked him about "Levaoth".
"I don't know", he
said, and I didn't let him get away with this carelessness,
which also came to the foreground, when I asked him about
the number of pupils in Lior's class.
I truly want him to take more interest in these details,
which will also help the mother - Meital - not to go to the
other extreme.
So from then on he, too, asked Lior questions,
about the names of the kids, who sit around their table, etc.
Before or after, I don't remember, there was the more serious
part of the dialog:
"Is it hard for you, not to have Hoshen beside yo?"
"It's boring."
"Does this mean you haven't yet become friends with any
kids in your class?"
"They don't want to play with me."
"What does this mean, did you try?"
"Yes, I asked them, and they said, they didn't want to."
"What exactly did you ask them, did you suggest a game?"
"Yes, I suggested to scrap the sand off from some stones."
"That's a pretty game, indeed, and they refused?"
"Yes, but they were also busy with playing something
else!"
"So, you should have begged them to let you take part
in t h e i r game!"
"I KNOW, THAT THEY WILL NOT LET ME PARTICIPATE!"
[hem lo yeshatfu oti]
OHO! all my vitality jumped to a peak!
"Lior", I screamed,
If you "know"
beforehand, that they won't let you participate,
they will never let you participate,
why should they?"
I was all the time aware, that the guard
who was sitting just above us, could listen to this talk,
and maybe he needed to hear this message too!
" You are talking
like the grownups who say:
we know, that THEY will not make peace with us.
So why should they make peace with us?
If you desire to play with them,
you must try to win them over
I never want to hear such a sentence from you again!"
"What does this mean to win over [lirkosh]?"
"It means, that you talk to their heart, until they really
listen.
You must do this in both cases:
either when you want someone to play with what you suggest,
or when you want to take part in a play that others are playing.
And now, Lior, I demand from you,
that on Sunday you not only tell me the meaning of 'Levaoth'
(she had suggested, that she ask her teacher)
but that you report on your first success
with winning over a child in your class."
She promised [and did not keep it, but
a week later she told me, she had played with some children].
The dialog is so vivid in my mind (now on SHABBAT, 13:31),
because I told it to Boris word by word.
How come?
He had said: "I sometimes
read in Godchannel,
now,
but what most interests me, is how to channel myself".
So I showed him my
last communication with "God" ,
which was about Lior's class with 18 pupils from among 24
- talking Russian.
"You know, that I have prejudices
against Russia, Russians and Russian Jews,
like I have prejudices against Kibbutzniks, University Professors
and Orthodox Jews,
I don't act on these prejudices, but neither do I fight them,
I just let them be.
The more so I appreciated the message of "God" concerning
the solution of Lior's problem.
It seems, that the mothers didn't follow the message.
But - in their own way - they did! "
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First of all, they let go of fighting
the system.
Second, they followed Meirav's understanding,
"it was a big mistake, that
we didn't agree to the first school, Levaoth,
one shouldn't interfere with matters like these",
and got the chance to go back to that school.
Third, - better than what was planned for Khalamish
- the girls are separated.
And the most exhilarating point of all is,
that Lior feels, she has nobody to play with!
And this time, it's NOT because from among 24 pupils
18 kids speak Russian, one Sudanese, one English, one Amharic!
So, the purpose of "seeding" Lior in a class has not
changed:
the challenge for her creativity,
and the training towards her purpose on this planet,
is to grow and make the other kids grow towards cooperation!
And she attracted me
- not as her teacher ("maybe
yes, at least for a time",
inserted Boris)
but as her sounding-board, who now and then points out to her,
what she knows inside,
like the role I play in the life of big Lior, Lior
Oren."
"I thought of trying to meet
that Lior", Boris said,
and I told him - already separated by the gate -
about her present challenge,
and that it will end only sometime in the month of November.
I now searched for the school and its program,
and though it seems,
that "levaoth" was chosen because of the name of the
educator,
on which this "Experimental School"
is basing its concept: Lev
Vygotsky
[in the Hebrew
Wikipedia there is much less info]
there is the image of a lion.
The plural of one of the Hebrew
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I wonder about the "Liors" in my
life,
now also Elah's boy-friend, whom I met at
Hagar's wedding for the first time, is called 'Lior',
and Tomer later reported:
"I said to Elah: don't you dare
to leave this boy."
And to Lior I said: "If you break my sister's heart, I'll break
your bones!"
Song
of the Day :Lea Goldberg!
Thanking for the mystery of a withered leaf!
Praying for Exitement: that each day may be unique!
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