The FourNationTent
and the David Succah,
my mobile home
In front of us
the sea is vast and open,
but behind us
the construction of
"Herod's" palace-hotel
is constricting~~~
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And I am
still lifting my eyes
to those in Power,
be they in politics
or in money
or in science.
"He doesn't work for money
any longer"
an article about Yuli Offer,
then the richest man
in Israel,
given to me
a week before I returned
to the RedSea.
Though I didn't "petition" him,
this man served me
as symbol
for all the "Herods"
whom I kept
entreating and soliciting
for the sake of our case.
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"So, while the families
of Israel celebrated, I sat the whole day long and sculpted both,
my concept, and a letter to the Princess Basma, King Hussein's
sister."
It is painfully pathetic to watch [2003_06_20],
how I just didn't learn.
All the hundreds of "petitions" I had written in
the Seventies
and from 1988 onward -
constantly, consistently - and never ever a response.
Why did I make myself so dependent on "people with power"?
Either a person is already on my wave-length, and then s/he will seek
me out, just as I him/her,
or the most cleverly sculpted winning-over letter will not make him/her
join forces with me.
Next day, 2003-06_21
I've now scanned all the
"petitions" ,
as far as they were glued into what was our guest-book in the FourNationTent.
And my sadness grew:
How pervasive were my two patterns:
The pattern of the petitioner
and the pattern of the "partneror".
I'll "order" here all the petitions which survived in that
guest-book,
to make me face this incredible stubbornness and blindness.
Even at that time I became aware that I was on the wrong track.
I called the people of power "HERODs",
according to the famous king at the time of Jesus,
and even more so according to the biggest hotel in Eilat,
which was under construction then, and right next to us,
Its entrepreneur was one of the "HERODS"
I tried to win over,
and my failure in this case was not only bitter, but humiliating.
What made learning so slow, was the fact, that I time and again put
myself in a situation,
where even for my own individual life I needed "to petition",
to entreat, to plead.
Like when I put my bus on the parking-lot next
to "The Princess" near the border of Taba.
I had to write petitions, so the authorities would let me park there,
and even pledge with money, which I hadn't, but
was lent to me by David's friend, also called David.
It feels, as if I could not be myself and live, as
I felt right,
without the authorization and legalization of other human beings.
While this may have been a realistic price to pay for my own survival,
it became a stubborn pattern, when it came to "fulfilling my vocation".
Why did I have to solicit that manager of "The Princess" hotel,
for instance?
Or why did I have to waste a day on sculpting a letter to solicit the
Princess of Jordan?
And then even the King of Jordan himself?
And the Minister for Infrastructure in Jerusalem, Ariel Sharon?
And the wealthy, influential Mr. Simon Khoury in
Aqaba?
The following documents give only a tiny idea of
my tragic petitioning.
There were so many painful stories, not documented in writing.
Like the drama with the entrepreneur
of "Herod's",
an Israeli, who had become rich abroad, and now sincerely wanted to
contribute something to Israel,
I forgot, what it was, but it made me see him as a potential partner.
And I had good references.
We even met, without appointment, and I felt a "click",
but he asked me to bring written information,
and after he had looked into it, he was not to be reached anymore.
I had to fetch the material from the secretary.
I'll immerse all the petitions,
with all their interesting details about our work,
in the background of the moving water,
moved by my dolphin-like spiraling body.
1997_10_08, to Princess Basma, Princess
of Jordan
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Comments in June 2003:
Shdemah Goodman also had a rich father
or brother, whom I met , in a hotel north of Tel-Aviv somewhere.
Instead of winning him over for my cause, I gave him support
for his own problems with himself. It was very deep communication.
But we never met again.
Ariyeh Boni - see later in this letter
The fact that Avi Baranes from the IUI let
me use the computer, as long as my bus was parking next to
the Egyptian border, was one of the miracles on my way then.
Two weeks later I moved the bus to the Jordanian border, about
15 km from the IUI, around the Gulf of Eilat/Aqaba, and still
drove my bike to the IUI. But in December, when I "settled" on
the Sun-Beach, east of the hotels, Baranes helped me to get permission
to use a computer and the machine for photocopies in a similar
scientific institute, which was located about 5 minutes by bike
from my bus.
As to my bus, see "In
Abraham's Bus-Steps"
As to my Desert Economy Vision,
based on the Desert's "comparative advantage": Space,
Purity and Silence = SPS,
see the table
of contents of DesertVision
As to the second model of this Vision,
the "Pyramidion", see the header on the page of RedSeaPartnerSHIP
As to my work in Sinai
see DesertVision>Sinai
and
Water in the Wilderness (3)
Along
the
Syrian-African
Rift:
RED
SEA
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SINAI
1966
As to my work "Partnership" in
the Seventies,
see table of contents
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One
of the people who passed by my bus at the border,
was a woman from France. She made these photos.
She was a "guest" at what still existed of the "rihlah",
like the pyramid to the right.If there were no guests,
Aziz went out to catch fish, and Ahmed cleaned them.
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Sept.17, 2009, I quote from the letter to Princess Basma:
"...even if we have nothing,
we can create something
which gives us not only a living,
but self-respect and meaning..."
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Aziz and Ahmed,
whom I had trained
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1997_10_08 To Gabi Kadosh, Mayor of Eilat, and to Mr.
Ariel Sharon, Minister for Infrastructure
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2003_06_22
Today Ariel Sharon is the Primeminister of Israel, and on June
4, 2003, he signed the Agreement of Aqaba, together with his
Palestinian colleague Abu Maazin.
On TV I heard a Palestinian minister say, that they hope, Sharon
will be like Begin at the time of Saadat: exactly because he
represents the right wing in Israel, he may be able to make
peace.
2009_09_17
How sad is all this
from today's perspective:
no change in Eilat-Aqaba,
no peace in the Middle-East,
King Hussein is dead,
and Prime-Minister Sharon
has been lying in coma
for years now.
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tragic 
