The Purpose  of   HEALING - K.i.s.s.
as stated 12 years ago - was and is
to help me and my potential PEERS
to HEAL ourselves into WHOLEness,
and - as holograms - all of Creation!
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As the fruit of becoming whole = accepting all of myself, I desire:
to live and explore and evolve   L O V E   in my personal life
and to play my part in creating the conditions for Heaven-on-Earth
by radiating grate-full-ness, zest-full-ness and full-fill-ment
on the actors in my individual life-drama and on all human beings!
 


Biographical Sculptures
GRAND MOTHER HOOD

Training for Wrestling with
Tomer
My
Wrestling
with Tomer
Tomer
Towards Completion?
Tomer and the ancient Maccabean Modi'in Hill - Titorah
or
Tomer's "appearance on the backdrop of Nature"

Third Titorah page, which includes the "Ofeq-Story"

2003_05_07 ; last update; 2003_05_31

 


 

The story of "Ofeq" has now [2003_05_31] to be told.

A common enemy is a known device to unite people.

But it's not a story I'm proud of, to say the least.



The triggering I attracted from the school opposite my flat,
had begun already in connection with my maturing
towards my Wrestling with Tomer.
I know why I attracted that humiliation from the headmistress,
but why did that teacher from the Society for Nature Protection
"happen" to sit in front of the headmistress' office, just then?
How ridiculous - I am judging myelf - that I could be triggered!
Triggered because she monopolized the path for "Ofeq" as "ours",
though it was partly mine and partly official, but maintained by me.
Triggered even more, because her ideas of caring for the Titorah
were different from mine, or Tomer's, for that matter.


If people rape nature, I'm mad at them, and it's bad enough.
But if they do that while claiming to be Nature's Protectors,
I tumble into a frenzy of fury and may even lift up a stone!



That woman was very proud to tell me,
that they had got a licence
to install benches, dustbins and "structures" on the Titorah.
"What structures and how many!" I snapped.
"A pergola!"
"How many!"
"One."
In January or so Tomer and I discovered the benches
and the pergola.
The pergola consists of wooden poles
inserted in pillars of concrete
and a roof thatched with reed mats.
The earth underneath and around was soiled,
the leftovers of the sacks with concrete
and scraps of torn sacks were scattered around,
and the pillars of concrete have not been covered
in a nature-compatible way up to this day.
15 minutes later [2003_05_31]
I had to check, if this was still true.
So I got up from the computer and left the house
and searched for a while on the other side of my street,
until I discovered the overgrown path
that starts at the northern edge of "Ofeq".
Not minding the thorns of capers and others,
I traced my way through,
enjoyed old-new flower aquaintances in yellow and blue,
took a photo back to the school (behind it: my street),
and reached the pergola.
It is still naked in its concrete and its roof is torn,
which will be the point of my shameful story.
The new news were, that the path to the road down,
made by shameless vehicles attracted by the pergola,
was not overgrown like my own paths, and easy to walk.
As much as this had triggered us in early spring,
it now - in those last minutes - helped me
to at least partly release my judgments
and the triggers that result from those.

This dark, menacing image
of the school and my house behind,
taken in April 22, 2002,
from the perspective of the Titorah,
through oats and violet thistles
and the flag of Independence Day,
is the appropriate background
to come forward with my shame:

Tomer was my natural, excited ally
in my raging against "Ofeq".
But when a second ally joined us,
Tomer's friend Nir,
and they, one day, translated this
into throwing stones on the roof,
to destroy the pergola's thatch,
I felt overthrown with terror.

What had I done!

"Stop it! Stop it right now!
This is not right!
And I am to blame!
What did I teach you!
To use violence?
No, but I gave you the justification
to judge and to hate,
and no wonder,
you draw the conclusion,
that you are allowed to destroy.
I'm so sorry,
so ashamed,
so scared.
Please sit down now and listen!"

And I tried to convey "the course of history"
to kids, who had no frame-of-reference for it:

It's the story about the Jew Saul, who came to the land of Israel,
persecuted the Messianics, became a believer in Jesus himself,
and the main promoter of this belief in the world and in history.

He traveled the countries from Syria to Turkey to Greece to Italy,
and wherever he came, he first sought out his fellow Jews.
When he met with immense hostility time and again,
he felt great pain.
Paul, as he was now called, did not have Godchannel's information.
He didn't become "parental" to his holes and the triggers he attracted.
He did not move his anger with his body, nor ask for support to do so.
The unhealed rage polluted his letters to the communities he had founded.
And since those letters became "HOLY WRIT",
Paul's rage was interpreted as "GOD's RAGE",
and what followed from there,
is all too known.

Time will tell, if the boys grasped a nano-aspect of my message.

But I myself have not until now healed my anger
against "Ofeq" in particular, and against the "Nature Protectors" in general.
So since I'm determined to complete the "Tomer-Pages" today, May 31, 2003,
7 weeks after I last saw Tomer, before he parted with his father to the USA,
I shall do my healing-anger-work NOW, thoroughly, and, I hope, "forever".
I'll do it by at least theoretically releasing several judgments.


I release the judgment,
that "Ofeq" humiliated me -
for it was me who attracted this reflection,
in order to heal my remnants of self-victimization.

I release the judgment,
that official Nature-Protectors are my enemies-
for I know that they do as well as they know and can.

I release the judgment,
that I must re-act to their being triggered by me,
for if I am whole, I'll be compassionate towards them.

I release the judgment,
that "developing" certain attractive spots in Nature is wrong,
for this is the way to endear Nature to alienated modern folks.

I release the judgment,
that people's need for pergolas, benches, dustbins is despicable,
for nobody has to be like me,
and the Titorah still provides me with enough virgin-like spaces.






 
Our last pool-picnic-path togetherness on April 7, 2003:
First Tomer and Nir fought each other with sticks.
Then they started to build a "camp" and cooperate.




"And God saw everything he had made,
and behold - it was very good!" [Genesis 1]
and they saw the camp they had made
and behold - it was very good,
and each one loved himself for it,
and so they loved also each other.

2003_07_02

I want to say thank-you to Tomer, my Titorah companion,
who discovered the simple fact, that the strange name Titorah,
given to this hill by the Israeli Academy for Language ,
hides the word "Torah".
"Torah" in Hebrew," Weisung" in German, is " what shows the way"
The Torah of my Titorah
 My hill, my path, my trees  :  2002_11_10
 My Figtrees and first encounter with ancient Modi'in                
  My hill, my path, my trees :   2002_10_31
 My Christ-thorn Tree and ancient Modi'in

My hill, my path, my trees: 2002_11_02
 Tracing my path in present & past              

 

Training for Wrestling with Tomer
My
Wrestling
with Tomer
Tomer
Towards Completion?