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,

and - by extension - all of CREATion!"
Intro to Healing-K.i.s.s. 2001-2013
and Overview of its main libraries


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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!"

 

COMMUNICATIONS WITH     DEITY

2002_10_24 ; latest update: 2003_05_16

In retrospect this was the preparation for my Wrestling with Tomer



Engraved by me, underneath the image, is a quote:

There is a stage
in the awakening of God through humanity
in which He experiences His crucifixion.
This experience of God is felt by human beings,
when they experience cosmic suffering on earth.
It is the inition {ignition? initiation?} of the broken heart...
"Out of the shell of the broken heart
emerges the new-born soul, God's being."

Japanese child stricken by mercury poisoning.
Photo by Eugene Smith , Printed in "The Crystal Chalice", spiritual Themes for Women, by Tag Inayat, year ?

On the back of this clipping - which has been in my treasure box for 19 years now - is a collage of quotes:

"Woman is called upon to fulfill a great role
in this "awakening of the consciousness of humanity to the divinity of mankind"

(Hazrat Inayat Khan).
By accepting her femininity
she can guide the thinking of the planet
to value receptivity.
Through receptive attunement to inner guidance
can the next stage of planetary evolution occur."

"Don't look at me! Look at what I'm looking at"
[Mother Krishnabai]

"They don't have the strength to listen?
It's me who will listen to them.
Strength-for-Freedom is my message ,
which their mouth will voice."
[From a poem of mine, 1983]

25.8.83
Parzifal, the knight of knights:
(His task was) to reach the (holy) Grail
Bat-Adam:The daughter of the sons of Men:
(Her task is) to BE the Grail.
25.8.83
den Gral erreichen
der Gral sein

As to the Biblical prophesy [Is. 32, 17-20] on the clipping , I'll expand the quote, and add Buber's translation.
The central word here is tzedaqah, which 2000 years ago and in Israel today is understood as "good deed".
But the word "tzedeq" and from there the feminine "tzedaqah" in the Bible mean both "the way of truth".

15.4. 85

Until be poured upon us
the Spirit from on high,
and the desert be a garden...
Then right shall dwell in the desert,
and truthfulness settle in the garden.
And the work of truthfulness
shall be peace
and the service of truthfulness
quietness and security for ever.
...
Blessed are you
who sow beside all waters

Bis ausgeschuettet wird ueber uns
ein Geistbraus aus der H oehe:
dann wird zum Garten die Wueste...
in der Wueste von einst wohnt
das Recht,
im Garten siedelt
Wahrhaftigkeit,
die Tat der Wahrhaftigkeit wird Friede,
der Dienst der Wahrhaftigkeit
Stillehalt
und sichre Gelassenheit in Weltzeit
...
O eures Gluecks,
die ihr an allen Wassern saeen duerft





This passage about "hesed" is another strong "sign",
I met today while converting my book into web-pages

Mother, Mother, Mother,

this is outrageously crazy, the remark of my daughter
that I could adopt two black children and become a mother again,
now that I've become so proficient in grandmotherhood.

Two Ethiopian kids, that's my only condition: two and black.
I'll receive and accept whatever you and the authorities think is helpful:
the kids might be not babies anymore,
they might have an incurable illness,
they might be handicapped, with Down's Syndrome or blind or deaf ,
no, I wouldn't be able to cope with mental illness,
but that is not known about small kids, is it.

And when I came home from that maybe fateful breakfast in a restaurant,
to which Ronnit had invited me,
and had moved some of my terror by vigorously cleaning
the last residues of yesterday's grandkids' visit,
and approached the computer to talk to you,
my eyes fell on this picture and its text,
which I had encountered again two days ago,
and which has kept touching me so deeply,
ever since I clipped it seventeen years ago.
I had added it to the material which I intend to scan and put it on my site,
though not yet knowing, where.
And there it was, exactly , exactly what I envisioned and felt.
An expression of my suffering with humankind,
which has reemerged so strongly following the pages of my book
which I've inserted in healingkiss yesterday.

It's not that I want to be a good-doer.
No, not at all.
It's not that I believe that I can ease one nano gram of pain on this planet,
as I used to justify my doing in my earlier life.
What I want is to create a situation for myself to heal ,
to heal what I cannot heal otherwise.
Isn't this You talking to me already, Mother?

"Yes it's me talking."

Please go one saying the words in YOUR name,
so I can look at them from the outside.

"You have been prepared for that, dear child.
You have long, long been prepared for that.
Your daughter reminded you, that you never completed motherhood.
You had to abort that fourth child.
And when Micha went to kindergarden the last year,
you accompanied him half the way, because "this will never return".
Ronnit doesn't feel like this, she feels complete, but you don't."

Now I opened the last dialog with you,
for technical reasons before opening a new page.
I was stupefied to encounter another black woman with a child in her lap.
Except that that child was dead already, had starved to death.
[See the story of "Khnaebah" permeating the 4 pages about Yael on her birthday]
I have not the strength to read that communication now, Mother,
and I have not the slightest reminiscence what it was about.

"That's okay.
You just needed to see the picture."

Mother, I don't believe, it's you who is speaking.
I fear, it's just a fleeting emotional thing, a crazy desire,
and I'm attracting "coincidences" to prove it has meaning.

When I raced down to Ronnit to show her the picture, now on this page,
and to read to her all the texts which I had noted on it,
she sort of reigned me in:

"It's just a symbol, it's not yet a message."
And she is so right in making this differentiation.
I feel ashamed,
that "at this age" I can still get carried away by such craziness.
And at a time, when I'm completely and totally satisfied with my life and -

"But, daughter, that's exactly why you are ready
for new upheavals, new challenges."

What? What do you say?!
Am I not meant to work on healing into wholeness
and not create anything new on the exterior level?

"You know yourself, that the time ahead of you is not meant to be peaceful.
Your present feeling of mastership and satisfaction will not stay with you.

" What lies ahead for all of you,
will make the dissonance between your life
and the lives of others unbearable for you.
You'll be in danger of running out again and "saving people"
knowing all the while, that this will not save anyone.

"You read this morning, twice, in your Hebrew and in your German text,
that help can be given only to a few human beings,
not to a nation or to the world.
It's most efficient, when the help is continuous
and created out of mutual dependency.

"You've done such profound thinking about the benefit of dependency,
a thinking that resulted at first in your political Partnership work .
You also limited yourown life to your circle of loving dependency
in order to be a savior to yourself
and to those on whom you are dependent and they on you.
What you intend to do now -"

I'm not yet intending anything!
I still don't believe it's you talking.
It comes from my own patterned "Loving Heart",
that obviously doesn't have enough outlets for its love.

"This is true too,
but this is only one factor in the new drama which is ahead of you.

"I repeat, and you can stone me ,
what you intend to launch in the forseeable future,
will help you to focus your love and learning
onto the situation and relation of motherhood.
Isn't this the most efficient
and the most rewarding situation to love and heal?"

It will not save the world or this mad country.

"We are not talking about saving , you know that.
We are talking about surviving - your own emotional surviving.
It's meant as "a medicine preceding the blow" for you.

" It's not you who are going to save these children ,
but these children are going to save YOU."

That sounds, I can't even say, how it sounds.
I just fear I loose my sanity.

"We understand that,
but there is nothing you have to do actively.
The kids will come your way."


I don't believe you, Mother, I doubt, Mother,
I feel that if you won't abide by this promise,
I'll loose my trust in your talking to me altogether.
It's just my own silly, crazy, loving Heart speaking
And who would allow me to have these kids anyway.
I'm too old, I'm not married, I'm financially dependent on my children .

"You are not meant to "have" these children.
Let go of the idea of legally adopting them.
It's just like with any other "possession".
It's you who is constanly demonstrating,
that a country, or a place like your hill doesn't' have to be yours,
in order to give you the chance to walk and work there daily,
and to harvest the fruits for which you've worked.
Your trees, the place for your tent~~~
even to grow plants, you don't need a garden for it.

"Why do you want to "possess" these kids?"

Because I don't want authorities etc. to meddle into it,
and because I don't want my children and others
and maybe even myself in times of crisis,
assume that there is an alternative.

"That's the same bullshit people say to justify
why they have to have a house of their own,
land of their own, a country of their own.

"You do not need any exterior securities and proofs
for being and acting as a mother,
or for being recognized by others as a mother.

"There is this legal concept of "fosterparent".
Your daughter mentioned it by the way.
It will help you with the finances,
and what's more, it will give "the" authorities a chance to learn from you.
Remember, how it was, when your bus constantly needed repairs.
You understood, that this was the way to bring the men you needed to repair it, in contact with you,
and being in contact with you means for people to be in contact with themselves, their uniqueness and their dreams.







Itziq working & resting underneath the bus
and working and laughing above the bus,
while we are testing where the roof leaks.
and another helper sitting inside the bus.

"Isn't it that you wanted to be a foster mother, while your children were still small?"

Yes, and later I was grateful to my husband, that he didn't allow it.

"That was right for you then.
You had so much to do and to learn and to heal
and to come such a long way to where you are now.
But now you are ready."

But remember what happened to me with Levi.

Immanuel was in first grade, when I accompanied the annual school excursion.
I watched the child, about whom everybody was telling bad things, Levi Abargil
[today his name is Levi Bar-Gil, an internationally renowned dance teacher in special education].
His mother became demented during a miscarriage, and the father was albino and invalid.
I took him home with me and let him stay until my husband returned from abroad.
I read Pinocchio to all the four in bed and each night one was sleeping next to me.
When it was Levi's turn, I watched with grief and horror, how violently he threw himself from side to side .
On the photo left, Levi
(with hat) is seen on Mount Zion in Jerusalem, all kids in the same shorts I'd stitched.
I remember one scene in the bus - Levi strangling little Micha's throat - if my husband had seen that ~~~!
My husband allowed Levi to be with us one day a week after school until after supper.
With Levi lice started to nestle in our house, and they did not leave for many years.
Often I worked for more than an hour each day, especially on Ronnit's long hair.
The neighbors were complaining, finally shunning our children, but my husband still tolerated Levi.
Then a teacher called my husband:
"I saw your boy playing cards for money with this Levi."
My husband came back to the dinner-table and threatened:
"Either I or this kid! Choose!"
So for almost a year Levi didn't come to us, but I visited him instead, in his miserable home,
took care of unwashed body and hair and dirty clothes and gave him a minimum of attention.
Then my husband gave in and Levi returned.
When I had to admit, that I just could not control my anger, when Levi never did any homework,
I went to a woman, Chawa, in the village and asked her, if she could give Levi English lessons for free.
Since I had often sat with her C.P. inflicted daughter, when the parents had to be away, she "owed" me this!
Chawa and Edna joined us , when we celebrated Levi's Bar-Mitzwah - with his father - in our house.

 

Levi at the celebration of Elah's birth.
Behind him Immanuel&Ruth, Elah's parents.
To the right Ronnit and Uri, and Uri's sister,
                       then the girlfriend of Micha .


But what a shameful recognition one day,
that I felt him as a "foreign body" in my flesh.
And though I did do so much for him and still love him dearly,
I've always felt that I failed in accomplishing what I wanted to.

So now, if the children will not be my own,
I fear this will happen again.
Something in me might reject them,
because they are not my own flesh and blood.

"Well, if you would adopt them legally,
and no authority would have a saying in bringing up these children,
this wouldn't make them your flesh and blood, either, would it."

That's true.

"Give it time. It's not something you'll start tomorrow."

Yes I said from the start,
that I'll pursue this idea only,
once ....

"Which will happen soon."

Really?

"Really!"

Mind you not to talk from my wishful thinking, I implore you, Mother,
I'll loose all trust in this communication thing~~~

"If so, maybe you need to loose your trust?
Remember, God tells you to have faith only in yourself."

But he also used the analogy of a known group excercise:
one person falls backwards and trusts that the other person will catch her.

"You see? That' why I suggest, that you trust.
And if you should fall and feel betrayed by me,
I'll be there to help you cope with it."

Aren't you just being smart and sophisticated now?

"YOu really are suspicious, hey, and even rebellious.

That's okay.


2002_11_08 During the hours of editing and sculpting this page,
it so happened, that I came across another anguished mother-child.

"Edit this dialog - not now, but in a week or so,
and see, how you'll feel about the part,
that appears to have come from me.
I'm you, after all, did you forget that?"

Yes, and I'm not trusting myself,
and I can't help that, especially not in this case.

"Let go now."

People will judge me, when they read this.

"You don't believe that anyone will read it anyway, so what do you care?
"Move your fear of being judged.
The fear of being judged is so much with you still.
Let's assume that nothing comes from this crazy idea,
at least the existence of this page will help you
to move some of your fear of being judged."

OK, I tremble, but I'll take your advice and live this fear now.

"I am with you, with the same compassion
that you so much want to express by following your favorite slogan:
"whoever keeps alive one soul, is, as if s/he has kept alive the whole world."

2002_11_09

I did not deem it important, that this photo belonged to an article about "broken families".
But then I was led to see the movie: "HOMECOMING"
Four children from a broken family come home to ~~~~ their unknown grandmother.

Their father had deserted them after the birth of the fourth, and one day their mother -
before lapsing into a catatonic state - drove them somewhere and abandoned them.

In order to not be split up into foster families, they set out for a harrowing journey,
which eventually leads them to their grandmother of whose existence they hadn't even known.
The grandmother is extremely hostile and intends to allow them to stay just for a day.

She had been a victim to her late husband, to the extent, that she had evicted her pregnant daughter:
"'You can come back, when you are married', I said,
because I thought, that this was what he wanted to hear, but it was me, who said it".
Her daughter, the mother of the four responded: "I shall never marry."
believing that being married meant for the wife to be docile and self-denying.

After the death of her husband the victim had become a victimizer herself, mean and hostile.

What gradually melted her heart, was the independence and strongmindedness of the four siblings.
When the eldest defied grandma's order, that the youngest should go without supper as a punishment,
I skipped a heartbeat - regressing into the victim-role I had played most of my life.
I was sure, the wicked woman would throw them out.

But the opposite happened.
At first, the grandmother became mad, yes,
but when she finally agreed to provide them a HOME,
it was, because her grandchildren could stand up to her,
which made her trust herself,
that she would not play the victim-victimizer game all over again.

Why did I only think of black children as dying from famine and disease?
In Israel the main reason for parentless children are broken families!!

When I came this far in sculpting the foster-grandmother craziness,
another mother-child image fell into my hands, also in black and white.
It's a photocopy of Leila's Pieta at her first exhibition, maybe in 1983.
Leila, married in England, but an ardent Palestinian, was then my friend.
I went to take a nap, saying: "enough is enough",
but like in a dream my hands opened a little book next to my mattress:
And "PIETA" stared into my eyes, a heart-breaking poem by Rilke.

PIETA

So seh ich, Jesus, deine Fuesse wieder,
die damals eines Juenglings Fuesse waren,
da ich sie bang entkleidete und wusch;
wie standen sie verwirrt in meinen Haaren,
und wie ein weisses Wild im Dornenbusch.

So seh ich deine niegeliebten Glieder
zum erstenmal in dieser Liebesnacht.
Wir legten uns noch nie zusammen nieder,
und nun wird nur bewundert und gewacht.

Doch, siehe, deine Haende sind zerrissen-:
Geliebter, nicht von mir, von meinen Bissen.
Dein Herz steht offen und man kann hinein;
das haette duerfen nur mein Eingang sein.

Nun bist du muede, und dein mueder Mund
hat keine Lust zu meinem wehen Munde-.
O Jesus, Jesus, wann war unsre Stunde?
Wie gehn wir beide wunderlich zugrund.