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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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
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It seems that I chose 26 actors
for my life's drama and those 26 actors chose me! One
common trait of all roles is "mutual dependency"
between them and me.
With 16 actors - my family - the mutual
dependency is life-long! With my landlords
at Arad & with my 6 starchildren, born
between 1986-88, it may be temporary.
My children: Immanuel, Ronnit, Micha; my
children-in-love: Efrat, Uri, Ra'ayah; my 10 grandchildren [born
1987-2005): Elah-Alon-Tomer-Mika; Jonathan-Rotem-Yael-Itamar;
Arnon-Ayelet
My landlords: Ofir & Meital+ Lior (2002) & Amit (2005).
My starchildren: Lior Oren, Zipi Winkler , Dina Strat , Meshi
Taib, Gal Mor, Boris Arons [26=YHWH=13+13=ahavah+ahavah =LOVE!]
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2008
November 29
Kislev
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Interactions:
with
Ofir & Amit to pool
Ph. to
taxi-driver, to Boris, from Meital
with Ofir, Lior,Amit to bus
to
mother of shrieking child in train Im.
& Tomer from Lod. 20
min. with
Tomer, dinner w. him, I., Efrat & Mika till
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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
11:00
I desire that Ranin
will teach people to feel &
to cry and not be defensive when being mocked
for it.
I desire that Tomer - at home with I&E&M on this weekend
- will help his family to enjoy his stay.
I desire us - Jews & other people - to respond to the terror
attack in Bombay in a "parental"
way
I desire to flow with the next 6 hours lightly, zestfully and
despite my plan - without obsession!
I desire to enjoy my my plan: driving backward to the 29th of
November in 1947 and in 2003
22:44
-Uri will fly with Immanuel to L.A. & be with him in the
cockpit:may this renew old love! |
The
29th of November - WATER -
Red Sea, Dead Sea, Swimmingpool & Jacuzzi at Arad
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hodayot [thanksgivings] for
today
11:40
My Body, my Partner,
my God
I give thanks to your capacity to walk
with your two legs
and even to climb down and up the Wadi of Compassion,
and this despite the pain in the right groin and the
strain in the left PCL.
Please let me know, if there is any other reason for this
pain & strain
than your making me aware, how blessed I am with you as my
partner!
I'm grate-full for this Shabbat, alone in my castle,
and finally (and hopefully "forever")
free of the self-created stress
of having "to complete" past creations on K.is.s.-Log
and Healing-K.i.s.s.!
I'm grate-full for the leap in my consciousness,
implied in my "Communication with
Deity" following my "Ranin-Nuri" grief.
I'm grate-full that my reaction to Ofir's "it's
too cold to swim in the Red Sea"
brought up two feelings connected to
the Red Sea: my
longing to dive&watch,
& my shame concerning the
debacle with my invitation of Yael, Arnon, Rotem,
which both gave me a chance to vibrate these feelings
without acting on them!
I'm grate-full that this woman in the cloak-room -"Shifra"-
rescued my glasses!
I am grate-full that I am grate-full for my Don Quichote Dead-Sea
"project",
with no regret or bitterness concerning its failure in the
visible world....
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Finetuning
At 7:45 I woke up - steps above me.
At 7:56 I asked Ofir by SMS:
Are you going to town this morning?
Answer: Yes
, at 8:00.
Fast as I am, I peed, dressed, took my
backpack , my sandals,
hurried around the house and stood in front of this gate at
8:00.
Ofir and Amit would drive to Eilat to join Meital and Lior.
Shortly before they let me off at the pool, a discussion arose:
Amit expressed his disappointment that he wouldn't enter the
water.
"But why?" I
took his side. "Because it's
too cold!"
I almost became angry, for Amit's sake:
"The water of the Red Sea is 24 degrees
during the entire year,
I
lived there for a year & a half with my bus and even
in January
I used to swim 3 times a day, each time diving with a snorkel."
"But his nose is running all the
time , - entering the water..."
"You only have to keep him warm when outside the water!"
While squeezing myself out of the car,
I apologogized:
"I hope I haven't ruined [what
you've explained to your son]. "
"Nonsense".
A thought jumped to my mind,
born of my longing for the
submarine world of the Red Sea:
Couldn't they take me with them, when they go there next time?
In the swirling water of the calm jacuzzi
- though soon "disturbed" by two old Russian speaking
men ...-
I thought about both, "my" Red Sea" and "my
Dead Sea".
About the latter I want to read today and enjoy my old images.
The process from nostalgia and yearning to understanding was
fast:
"For the time being you must
still be content with and grate-full for
the luxury of a swimming-pool & jacuzzi 10 min. from your
home.
(today it took 25 min. because of the
pain in my leg!)
Burdening the Cohens with your 10000
Volt presence isn't a good idea!
And the Red Sea and the Dead Sea will be yours forever!" |
The first time in 2 years and 3 months I found
the womens' cloak-room empty!
"This is worth a picture", I said to myself and took my
cellphone from the outer pouch of my backpack...
I was already at the exit-door, dressed in my bathing
suit, and with my backpack
(which I always take inside the hall of the pool, after my former
cellphone and even my glasses were stolen from it , when I left it
in the cloakroom)
and turned back to take pictures - also of the corner opposite the
entry door, where I use to undress and leave my sandals and clothes.
If I would have also photographed the corner with the sinks - next
to the exit-door
(where I used to undress and dress formerly and from where long ago
those vital things were stolen) ,
I would have noticed something.....
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Exiting the door I was delighted by the
architecture of the stairs up to the pool - or down to the cloakroom
with its pretty play of lights and shades,
and couldn't help thinking of a short depressing experience last night:
I zapped into a program on Channel 2 with Eli Ron, the architect,
who was made responsable for the collapse of the "Versailles"
wedding hall in Jerusalem in 2001,
which caused the death of 23 people.
Somehow the film-maker succeeded in organizing a meeting between Eli
Ron and the very old father of one of the victims.
It seemed, that the devastated place, where the meeting took place
- on the sideway of a street - was the destroyed building.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet me!"
said the architect.
"Why did you bring me here?"
said the old man, "I
hate you! None of your excuses can bring my daughter to life!"
etc. etc.
I deeply felt the pain of both men, the father
of the dead daughter, and the architect, whose creation had killed
her.
I don't know, why only now he'll have to "spend" 4 years
in prison - I closed the program.
When I was in my thirties and only then, I sometimes had the strange
experience of fearing death.
"But I wouldn't be able to
live, if I would have caused the death of a human being!"
Like the drunken American soldier, stationed
in Germany, who killed my
brother.
And my brother was "only" one person,
and killing others on roads is so "familiar": alone
in Israel 30000 people were killed in road accidents since 1948.
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The
Russian letters on the door to the pool
demonstrate, who are the main clients.... |
In
27 months
I probably entered this pool 700 times... |
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I often delight in the sight of the jacuzzi
and not only,
when the window opens to the trees outside.
The perspective from the opposite side
-across the swirling water to the pool,
is not less pretty.
Again - good architecture!
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As to the beauty of the swirling water,
I can only show two accidental images
and say nothing... |
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I'm
back in the cloakroom, in my "dressing-corner",
alone at first.
I didn't realize that a women entered from the exit-door.
Only when my ears caught jolly humming, I saw her.
"How nice, that someone simply hums around here!"
Suddenly I heard her calling from the location of the sinks:
"someone left her glasses here!"
I became alert and checked the pouch of my backpack.
No glasses! I rushed towards the woman and she towards me.
"They can only be yours!"
she said cheerfully - handing me the glasses.
Why could they only be mine?
I almost fell on my knees before her, thanking her over and
over again.
I told her - though she wasn't too keen to listen -
that only a few days ago when I was already on my way back -
I couldn't find my glasses in the pouch, rushed back to the
cloakroom,
and without any idea, where I could have lost them,
was urged to discern them under that bench in my corner.
"There is always a first time",
Shifra - that's her name - laughed.
"The point is not the first time,
but that there now is a second time!
The point is, that you appeared there like an angel and found
them,
for I would never have even searched there."
I knew, how it happened:
I usually don't take my glasses to the pool at all.
But when I do, I stuff them above my cellphone,
i.e. in order to reach for my cellphone, I had to first take
out the glasses,
and being focused on the pictures I wanted to take,
I placed the glasses on the sinks, totally unawarely.
And since I didn't photograph that corner,
though it deserved to be documented,
after I had used it for undressing and storing my equipment
for some 20 months,
I didn't discern, that I had left my glasses there.
Again I ask - what does this mean?
Loosing my glasses twice within a week,
and re-finding them in a miraculous way?
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Outside the pool, I decided to try and walk home on my own, be it
ever so slowly.
I even decided to climb down the Wadi of Compassion instead of taking
the longer, but convenient road-track.
And I took photos of the place, where I stumbled and
fell, but only strained the back of my knee,
and also the place, where my cellphone flew away in 3 parts, but I
could gather those and reassemble them.
Why, why, why do I attract such potentially "bad" events,
but "get away" with a minor injury and no material damage
at all?
I painted an X on the stumbling stone on 2
photos from below the little slope and one photo from above
(the circle indicates the shrubs, from which I retrieved the cellphone
components)
The images of my Lekh-lekhâ
- my new "leaving-behind all comfort and safety - on the 29th
of November 2003
have to be watched on the original pages, since there
is no more space on this page according to the
rules of K.is.s.-Log
Noah's Diary- 4th Day of Realization (from
2003_11_29
till -2003_12_03)
[today, on November 29, 2008, I corrected some things and
added some links to this copy of the original page]
The symbolic date this time was the 29th
of November.
In 1947 this was the date, when the United Nations voted for
the establishment of a Jewish State.
But AUschwitz-BirkenAU reinforced the already imprinted victimhood,
and except for the most sophisticated military force with
which to hit "the enemy",
the immense creational powers of self-determination of the
early Zionists are lost.
We still cling to sheer survival.
We are not yet able to truly live.
The Palestinians, on their part, call this day "al-nakba","
the catastrophe".
They never even experienced the surge of their creational
powers.
This is, what both, Palestinians and Jews, have to learn or
re-learn:
true self-respect, true self-determination.
The goal of "Noah's Shore" is meant to create the
situation, the arena,
in which people, especially young people, can train in dreaming
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Therefore I set out to the site, which chose
itself as "Noah's Shore"
on the 29th of November.
I am grateful to the three people, who helped me on this first
day,
and patient with three other people who only promised to do
so.
Four days earlier I had hitchhiked to Noah's Shore for another
preliminary examination.
I asked my last driver to let me off exactly next to the sculptures
which indicate the Palestinian border.
Rarely anyone knows, that this is the border,
not even the many "Israeli Arabs" [as differentiated
from "Palestinians" outside the 1967 borders],
who stop there on their way to Eilat, in order to watch the
view.
Turning around I discovered a waterfall just across the road,
ten meters to the north.
How strange, that I hadn't perceived it before.
"How wondrous!
Maybe the rainwater-gathering-system can start right here
and not beneath the waterfalls high up in the mountains, as
I thought."
After I had surveyed the data of the site,
I returned to the sculptures,
and while approaching I hear:
"Do you want coffee?"
It was a family from Sikhneen, a large village
in Western Galilee, on their way to a holiday in Eilat.
I realized - what a coincidence -that this day was the first
day of Id-al-Fitr,
the feast which closes the Ramadaan month of fasting.
Later I met more people, mainly from Nazareth, but also from
Nahaf, a Bedueen village in the Galilee.
But the "sign from Heaven" was this invitation
from Labiba Um Naaser, her husband Suhbi abu Naaser, and two
of their 7 children, Naaser and Hilaal.
First, because Sikhnin made sad history:
it's where in 1976, on the "Day of the Land" demonstration
four people- from among seven - were killed by Jewish Israeli
forces.
I was in the middle of working on my
Bir'am Model,
and on my way to Bir'am (in Upper Galilee) made a detour to
Sikhnin to comfort the mourners.
Second, because the
father was sharing with me his worry about Naaser,
his mentally retarded son, who now lives in a hostel in the
village.
I saw, how difficult his coping with having "such a child"
had been
and I said - with a shining face and voice:
"Know, that this son is
a great gift for you!
He draws out your powers of creativity and love."
Utterly taken by surprise by my approach
(I've tears welling up now)
he changed his own approach
and started to tell me, how happy Naaser is in the hostel,
and that the combination of hostel and home next to each other
works out just wonderfully.
Saying this I also looked at Hilaal, who stood next to him
above the Dead Sea...
When Hilaal wanted to take my photo with my camera, I asked
Labiba to pose with me.
She said something about being a Muslim, who is not allowed
to be photographed.
But I urged her:
"It is very, very important, that you , a mother, are
on this photo."
Great strength poured into my heart from this encounter.
Later that day I discovered "my"
cave,
a huge boulder on the slope
between the road to Jerusalem above
and the army dust-road along the shore.
There was enough hollow space underneath,
to let me understand, that with digging
- I could make myself a place of living.
I was amazed.
This place was so much nicer than the dark cave, I had thought
of before.
These miracles one after the other!
First the emerging of the peninsula,
then the discovery of the hot sulphur spring,
and now this airy, relatively comfortable cave!
Now, four days later, Micha, my youngest
son, waited for us on the same site,
together with my grandchildren, Arnon
and Ayelet.
"Us" , i.e. Hartmut and Eva Hahn, who moved to my
town Modi'in 9 months ago.
I'm trying to win over Hartmut,
who has a PH.D. both in Judaism and in Physics and worked
as a tour guide until the Palestinian Intifada,
to use his time of unemployment to reinvent the Gathering-Rainwater-Cystern-System.
Driving me and my equipment was a chance for him to get involved
and to enjoy a wonderful trip.
After some "site-seeing" Hartmut and Micha started
to dig out the "veranda" of the cave.
while I myself started with making steps from the road down.
"Making steps on a slope needs
experience", I said and my son laughed: "You
don't trust me."
After about an hour and a half enough space for my "bed"
had be carved out by the men.
During the next two days I worked on a "second storey"
inside the boulder.
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This diary - about the work on realizing
my vision - is meant to inspire my potential partners to remember
their own dreams or visions.
But even if it won't inspire a single
wo/man on this planet, it is still vitally healthy for myself,
to incessantly "drive
back into the future".
I'll sculpt here not only my exterior
trial and error, but the fears and tears, the joy and the
jubilation, which accompany this kind of creation.
This is one way of healing those holes in my wholeness, which
still attract painful reflections
in my exterior situations and interactions.
For my potential partners, this may be a training in feeling
and a training in dreaming, for this is my desire: to be a
Trainer of Dreamers.
Noah's Diary
-Introduction
When
my inner knowing calls for another Lekh-lekhâ,
["go-to-yourself !"
was the calling, Abraham heard
twice,
i.e. 'leave behind the security of your present and
future!']
and pushes me to manifest something in the exterior
world,
it does not mean, that it's really the timing for
manifesting it.
Judgment then says: "you failed again."
Which means - pain.
Usually
the new dream, idea or vision is "simply"
a means
to help me jump into a new learning and healing situation.
And I also take huge steps in knowledge and experience
which train me to finally - yes - realize my World
Vision...
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[The card was given to me by
Tomer
(8), who so often
has amazing intuitions.
It's called "Island"
and underneath I perceive a tear... ]
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Nourishment
from Others
In the train I read a passage
about "symbols"
- like those above (and more on the original page):
(a cutting from
a Seth-book - perhaps : Seth
speaks: The Eternal Validity of the Soul
in a German translation)
p. 293
.."Alle Symbole bemuehen
sich um die Darstellung von Gefuehlen, die sich mittels der
Sprache nur unzulaenglich ausdruecken lassen. Symbole bringen
die unendliche Vielfalt eurer Gefuehle zur Anschauung,
und obgleich sich dieselben auf den verschiedenen Bewusstseinsebenen
in immer neuen Gewandungen zeigen, sind sie doch ueberall
eure Begleiter.
Nun gibt es zwar ein paar
Ausnahmen, wo reines Wissen oder reines Fuehlen auf die symbolische
Bruecke verzichten kann, aber solche Bewusstseinszustaende
sind selten und werden nur ausnahmsweise in eure normalen
Bewusstseinsbegriffe uebersetzt.
[Beispiel : Symbole
fuer Freude]
p.294
Die verschiedenen Erlebnisweisen
muessen als Schoepfung betrachtet werden;
als einzelne Schoepfungsakte, die dem Bewusstsein auf seinen
verschiedenen Stufen arteigen sind.
Jenseits dieses Bereiches gibt es noch Stadien, wo die Symbole
selbst zu verblassen beginnen, wo sie verschwimmen und in
die Ferne ruecken. Hier betritt man Bewusstseinsregionen,
in denen Symbole immer ueberfluessiger werden und die vorwiegend
unbewohnt sind. Bildliche Darstellungen blinken hier auf und
aus und verloeschen endlich ganz. Das Bewusstsein ist immer
weniger physisch orientiert. In diesem Zustand ist
die Seele allein mit ihren von aller Symbolik und bildlichen
Darstellung entbloessten Gefuehlen und beginnt , die ueberwaeltigende
Wirklichkeit ihres Selbstverstaendniss zu erfahren
I'm
reminded of the book of David
Troim about Immanuel Kant:
Hishtokekut
ha-todaah le-atsmiyutah
The Yearning of Consciousness for Itself]
This is My translation.
An official (?) translation of the title appears on
the
editor's website
"Desire (wrongly spelled as "Derise"...)
of Consciousness towards its Selfhood".
I invested an immense effort to understand David's book.
I even used what little solar electricity I had in
my bus
and for 2 months sat every evening for an hour or two,
trying to translate the Hebrew text into German,
hoping, that in this intense manner I would be able
to grasp what I read.
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Ihr Erleben ist nun unmittelbar.
Um bei unserem Beispiel der Freude zu bleiben, so wuerden
alle Bilder und Symbole sich schliesslich aufloesen. Sie waren
aus der Freude entsprungen und fallen nun von ihr ab, weil
sie nicht die urspruengliche Erfahrung, sondern nur ein Nebenprodukt
von ihr waren. Die Seele erlebt
nun die Wirklichkeit ihrer Freude auf eine Weise, die sich
kaum mehr erklaeren laesst, und lernt dabei Methoden der Wahrnehmung
, des Ausdrucks und der Verwirklichung kennen, die ihr zuvor
ganz unvorstellbar gewesen waeren.
How does all this relate to
my knowing,
that "Heaven-on-Earth" will be full-filled
in Body?
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2008
November 29
Kislev
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SHABBAT |
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Interactions:
with
Ofir & Amit to pool
Ph. to
taxi-driver, to Boris, from Meital
with Ofir, Lior,Amit to bus
to
mother of shrieking child in train Im.
& Tomer from Lod. 20
min. with
Tomer, dinner w. him, I., Efrat & Mika till
E. drives T. to Ben-Shemen |
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