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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,
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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Keep It Simple Sweetheart
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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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Know exactly what you want, communicate clearly what you want,
then get out of the way, live and play, and let happen what
may
No computer and
no time |
the last
image of my Chanukia
altar above the sink in the kitchen. When the candles burnt
down, my paper painting caught fire...
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hodayot [thanksgivings] for
today
My Body, my Partner,
my God
I give thanks to You
[no computer]
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When I came back from the pool at around 8:30
in the morning, I found the girls painting on wood
ince the Eve of Shabbat was dedicated to the healing
work we did - following the mutual triggering between me and Rotem
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we celebrated both - Shabbat Chanuka - on this Shabbat morning
For Shabbat I (I!) had bought a pretty round Challah,
which fitted the kind of blessing developed by me long before my Shabbat
Eves with the guests at Succah
in the Desert,
A little bottle of Shabbat wine, which I had been given ages ago,
seemed to have been waiting just for our threesome celebration.
Rotem works on the Chanuka Levivot , which she
had decided to make and fry despite my warning,
that without eggs (which she doesn't eat) they wouldn't succeed,
she insisted in grating the potatos into chips that were not fine
enough in order to merge with the flour.
Towards the evening Boris came with Julianna,
a starchild who only lately had the courage to approach me.
I'm now - past December 31 - not telling what happened between us.
But I'm glad I hurried to take this photo of Julianna's attempt to
repair the computer.
She defined herself as a computer-freak and voiced the symbolic words:
"Since I had to try everything myself,
I ruined a lot,
but after having ruined enough I am now able to repair..."
Rotem and Julianna are gone, and we are again
a threesome.
Boris even stays over night, sleeping next to Lior on my bed,
while I - as in the nights with Rotem - sleep on a mattrass, - brought
in from the veranda- between sink and fridge .
See the smoke-flame on the wall above the half-burnt painting above
the sink...
The encounter between these two starchildren had
been expected, and perhaps desired - by both of them, as well as by
me
Song
of the Day
Lior and Rotem discovered a song in my paper
block of "Other Authors' Songs",
which I never really grasped,
nor did they manage to sing it on my cellphone recorder in a
way, that lets me learn it.
But I now (2009_01_01) found a
performance with guitar and piano, without words
I shall record it and by listening to the difficult transitions
over and over again,
I'll soon be able to sing this song,
which seems to have been written "especially" for
"Succah
in the Desert"
At the edge of the sky, at the end of the desert,
there is a remote place full with wild flowers
A small place, miserable and crazy
a remote place, a place to worry about.
One says there what will happen
and one thinks about all that has happened,
God is sitting there and seeing
and guarding all he has created.
It's forbidden to pluck the flowers of the garden
It's forbidden to pluck the flowers of the garden
and he worries, worries terribly
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In re-reading this page on Dec. 27, 2012, I search again
and I find a
very moving performance in the memory of YItzhak Rabin,
with Harel Skaat and my beloved singer Miri Mesika |
Not only hikers and joggers pass the memorial,
but also a herd of camels
A she-camel enters the fenced-in area
The camel finds the exit blocked by the fence
After some trial and error the camel exits through
the entry and joins the others
The camels return home to one of the Bedouin compounds
below
We, too, return home, only into the opposite direction,
towards Arad
We pass by some houses, which exhibit a Chanukia:
A family called "Rimon" (pomegranate) lives at the street-number
22 (the letters of the Hebrew Alef-bet)
and a family, which - in addition to the Chanukia - put the number
60 on their roof: the 60th anniversary of the State of Israel
This is, how the three of us - individuals, starchildren - are reminded
that we chose for our dramas - to be Jews and Israelis...
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Keep It
Simple Sweetheart
K.I.S.S.
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