Noah's Diary- 33rd Day of Realization

 

During these last hours of the year 2003
I want to invite you to enjoy a composition of sun-sights,
- the sunset on the way to "Succah in the Desert" on December 25 ,
- and the hour after sunrise above "Noah's Shore" on December 28.

May these gorgeous photos lure you into opening "Noah's Diary",
until you will hear the call to get involved in manifesting this vision.

 

2003 is the year, in which my vision "Altneuland 2003" did NOT manifest,
and rightly so,
because it assumes there will be "a village" in the desert,
the center of 12 hosting enterprises,
but this is not the time for founding "villages", i.e. permanent settlements.

It's the time for temporary, even mobile hosting-healing businesses
along the shores of the Dead Sea and along the river Jordan.

My rock cave home is now complete and ready.
And from tomorrow - the first day of the year 2004 -
I'll dedicate all my heart and mind to manifesting
"Noah's Shore",
the scientific model of
"A Healing Space for War- and Terror-Stricken Children."

Since no one can absorb one picture after the other,
the paralleled sun-sights will be interspersed with this week's illustrated diary.

In both scenes - the Negev Desert and the Dead Sea Desert -
there is a progression of both - time and space:

Space:
in the Negev the spectacle took place during the last 40 km drive towards the Succah,
while on Noah's Shore I was just climbing up from my cave to the border sculptures.

Time:
in the Negev I took pictures of the sun's show within 50 minutes,
while the show over Noah's Shore was photographed within 20 minutes.

May you take the time to immerse yourself in each photo and savor its changing beauty.

When Shim'on, Tamir's father, came again yesterday, and after some hours the solar system was finally working, I climbed up twice the 190 steps, carrying each time a dead 60 Ampere battery in a backpack, bequeathed to me by the singer Achinoam Nini in 1999. "You should bury these batteries here in the desert." "Are you suggesting to pollute my desert? Moreover - it was exhausting enough to dig the hole for the gas-bottle and two holes for the two weak batteries, and I didn't achieve enough depth even for them, because of hitting rocky ground, so you want me to go into more exhaustion and more futility just to bury dead batteries?" Hauling these heavy, anti-ecological, dinosaur devices for accumulating electricity up that steep slope was even for me almost beyond my strength. So, after I had gotten rid of the burden in front of Shim'on's car, I collapsed next to a "memorial", as Shim'on calls those rock sculptures, closed my eyes and recovered my breath. Shim'on , who actually wanted to drive home fast, sat down next to me. He went into preaching me as usual, that - at my age - I should rest at home and let go of my craziness. "I bet, that until the age of 71 you'll not win over more than 2 partners, and then you'll give up and say: "I've failed."

I laughed merrily and told him - as usual, that a goal, any goal has only two functions: to give me motivation to get up and go and to give me a first direction where to go to. All the rest - the way - is life and living: "Even if I would die tomorrow, the 33 days I've been walking towards Noah's Shore, have been worthwhile. So many experiences, so much creativity, so much to learn, so many feelings." "But if you should break your leg on these slopes, what will you do then." "Breaking a leg would be no accident, but a message. And if the message should be: stop all activity on Noah's Shore, I still would be on a new spot, from which I would see a new goal to walk towards. A goal, which I would not have seen on the 29th of November." This same great theory of the relation between goal and way, which hit me in the Swiss Alps in 1974 during a holiday with my husband and my 3 children, I had told to H. on Shabbat, when he voiced his hesitation of taking on the water project: "I'm not like you. If for some bureaucratic reason the project would fail, I could not bear the failure. " But he had come to see what I call "Noah's Fall" on the other side of the road, 10 meters north of the border sculptures. And we checked together the three different possibilities I can see of catching the water during a cloud burst and channeling it into a huge underground receptacle. And he voiced his wish to meet the other physicist, my friend. A nd he did agree to make some preliminary research.

One of the rock sculptures with Arabic graffities, which Shim'on calls "memorials".

Noah's Fall on the mountain side of the road

The canal which leads the water from Noah's Fall underneath the road down to the Dead Sea

Back to Shim'on's worry about my craziness:

"How many feedbacks do you get to your "Noah's Diary"?"

"One or two."

"So why do you go into all this trouble.
If you at least would write in Hebrew,
some more people would read your stuff."

"But my work has to do with both, Jews and Palestinians.
I need to use a language, which both can understand.
Moreover, I'm doing the sculpting of my experiences mainly for myself.

"When I report - while struggling with the laptop in the cave - I live them a second time,

"and when - later in the flat - I create a composition of the experiences,
I see the puzzle, the overall picture, which then leads me towards the next step."

[When it became clear just now,
that this dinosaur laptop of 1998 cannot record my words on a "floppy disk",
which I then would insert in my "real" computer,
I had to copy mechanically what I wrote,
which even adds to the deepening of the experience. ]

After having done the copying , I went to town,
to pay rent (and to find some utensils for my cave on the sideway...)
and to buy more "epoxy" glue for attaching the cables of the three lamps to the cave's ceiling,
[ for the hot-glue-gun didn't fit the converter after all].
On my way back I entered the pool, to make use of my imposed subscription.
While swirling around (swimming straight has become impossibly boring),
it happened, that suddenly the main message of this week dawned on me:
CHILDREN!




The message is encoded in the children,
who played and created in the spring,
and even stayed with me overnight in the cave.

From the first day, children had come to visit me,
my grandchildren Arnon and Ayelet the very first time,
then 2 weeks later the same grandchildren
together with three other boys, between 7 and 11,
and now my friend's younger boys, age 8 and 9.

Spinning in the water, I vividly remembered my grandson Tomer, now 9.
He had just sent me a lovely Chanukka slideshow about 4 candles,
3 of them --- representing Peace, Faith and Love - dying, because no one was interested,
and only the fourth - Hope - still burning and finally lighting up the other three.

 

I suddenly saw, that it was not by chance,
that my last assignment before Noah's Shore,
exactly a year ago,
was to "bring to life one single soul",
which - according to ancient, and very popular Jewish wisdom,
is "like bringing to life the whole world".
And this one soul, my grandson, was then a child of eight.

It was then that it occurred to me,
that the first "healing guests"
in the "Healing Space for War-and Terror Stricken People from Both Sides",
do not only have to be children,
but children between the age of 7 to 11.
And then - naturally - the "recreational guests" will be their parents.
[See the presentation of Noah's Shore and the differentiation between "Healing Guests" and "Recreational Guests"]
The parents will live in the 6 artificial adobe caves up there on the slope,
and the children will live on the peninsula in 6 pyramidal tents,
around the sweet water pond.
And I dreamt again:
The pond will have a beautiful palm frond shading above it,
mounted on a hexagon of vertical and horizontal poles.
From each of the horizontal poles a swing will hang down,
so that six children can swing in rhythm or against rhythm
and finally jump right from the air into the water.
At other times of the healing day they will go to the many springs,
which we discovered on Shabbat morning,
because of the daring escapades of my friend's eight year old.
There they can dig and shape and create and play.

 

Not only the view of the Sea was woundrous, also the view of the mountains - beyond my cave and the solar panel.