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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,
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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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Crying on the Inside
A Wondrous Experience
I Invite a Kick in the Pants
I Am Scared but I Ache to Hear and Understand
Crying on the Inside
Last year I had the good fortune
to read Right Use of Will and study it
and all your other books.
At the moment I am studying Heart Song.
I would love to help you in any way you see fit for me.
I would love to have classes for people and get them to read your
books
and if they need help with them, to be there for them.
Israel is a very complex
place and needs your Light
as there is too much cold light here which must be released.
I am struggling with my implants
and Heart Song is really difficult for me.
Of course I am one of the people who seem to believe
that I have no emotions,
yet I am crying all the time inside.
Thank you again for being on the internet,
even though I know it's my emotions I must move
and reading will not move them, it can only help to trigger them,
maybe.
A Wondrous Experience
About a month ago I was in very
deep prayer to you,
asking for your help in forgiving myself for all the pain I have
caused in my life
to myself and also to some of those around me.
It has always been easy for me to forgive others
and understand why they do what they do
and it has always been hard for me to forgive myself.
Yet, as I lay there praying
to you,
my heart so heavy with this old problem of mine
and the feeling that I would always be miserable,
I heard your soft spoken words, "I love you, my child".
With those words came an overpowering sense of joy and love
that not only completely filled my body;
but, also encompassed it and flowed outwards expanding about 4
inches outwards.
Then I felt as though I was
part of you
(as if I were flying on angel's wings)
only there wasn't anything there to look at,
just a huge mass of energy.
I was only on the outer edge of this humongous mass of energy
(which I think was you),
but the feeling of joy and love that was there was unexplainable.
No words to describe how powerful, how overwhelming this feeling
was, how intoxicating.
Yet, I was allowed to flow with
you (it)
and gaze down upon the world, the trees, people, animals around.
As I saw these, this love and joy that was coursing through me
was shared with all that came into my view
and yet, it never lessened,
it just seemed to keep expanding
as if the more I shared it the stronger it became.
And as amazing as all this was,
it became even more amazing
as I saw a teenage girl crouched and crying in a corner of a run
down bare room.
This girl was disheveled and in rags and her face was mine.
Tear streaked, dirt smudged and all,
but she was an extension of me
and all of this newfound joy and love that was coursing through
me,
I directed towards her
and as I opened my arms for her to join me,
I shared this love and joy with her
and she came into my arms and as I hugged her,
she became one with me.
I could feel myself expanding even more than I already was.
And through all of this,
I still had a sense of individuality (my own thoughts etc.)
yet, I felt as though I was also part of this wondrous mass of
energy (you?)
and it was as though my every want or need was tempered
by this terrific and overpowering feeling of joy and loving
that kept getting more and more powerful
until I was exhilarated and exhausted
and felt as though I couldn't take it anymore.
Then I came back to myself again
and parted even though, I wanted to stay there forever.
I wasn't ready, it was all too overpowering, yet so very wonderful.
The overwhelmed feeling stayed
with me for around 3 days
until it gradually wore off and I began to feel normal again.
Except the wariness I had gradually picked up over the years was
gone
(and though I had expected it to come back also, it never has)
and I no longer have the feeling that I am missing part of myself
(I use to feel so utterly alone
and break down into total despair & tears for what seemed
like no reason).
I feel as though something very special was shared with me through
this experience,
but I haven't been able to interpret all of its implications as
of yet.
I have also asked others about it
and so far no one seems to be able to comment on this ordeal.
The really great thing, is
when I rehear those words (think back and remember)
I regain that feeling of such eternal love and joy all over again.
Never in my life have I felt so very at peace and content,
I never thought those feelings were even possible on such
a strong scale.
When I held my newborn daughter,
I felt so happy and was filled with such peace and love
that I thought nothing could compare to that wonderful feeling
but, what happened that night surpassed that feeling many many
times.
Is this how you feel when you
look upon us?
Is this how we will feel when we rejoin you?
My many thanks for this wonderful, most precious gift,
but why was it shared with me?
What am I missing;
for, I know there is more to it than I am acknowledging?
Again, let me express my eternal appreciation
and thanks for the many blessings, help and guidance
you have shared throughout my life
that has been filled with so many trials and learning experiences.
:-D
I would also like to share my
appreciation with your channelers
for they are providing a great service to humanity by sharing
your words with us.
Many thanks to you all also
:-D
I Invite a Kick in the Pants
First of all I have lived my life in trust to
God.
Sometimes this has led me to experiences
that I would not otherwise have had
one such was a visit to a mental hospital.
But I think that I'm learning to listen better.
I hope so anyway, and invite a kick in the pants from you if I'm
not.
My question for this moment is what is the soul and what is it's
purpose?
I Am Scared but I Ache to Hear and Understand
dear father, firstly i want to
thank you with the full depth of my gratitude
for being here for me and helping me in ways i am not yet fully
conscious of. i am scared
but i ache to hear and understand you directly,
to be able to channel you myself.
please guide me in learning to connect with you directly.
and also thanks to your channelers making this site available
to me.
with awe and hope for our wholesome communications,
your child
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I follow my
understanding and new lekh-lekhâ on January 1, 2009,
that - after 7 years
- I should no longer create new pages on my 2 websites,
but intermingle the evidence of new experiences with that on existing
pages.
Since March 2009 I am "synchronizing" the chronological
process of the Godchannel.com files
with the chronological process of my photos and -
if there should be time - observations of the
"Walk About Love"
continuation
of March 19, 2009 ;
last update of this page: June 29, 2009
One of the fantastic aspects of the Walk
about Love
as envisioned by Rea Pasternak and manifested by him and the other
organizers,
part of whom I don't even know, since they are organizing and
not walking with us,
is the possibility to join and leave the Walk, whenever and wherever
it is right for any individual participant.
This aspect allows me, Christa-Rachel, to continue with my assignment,
which is:
to be with my daughter-in-love Efrat and my youngest of ten grandchildren,
Mika (3)
and sometimes with Tomer, 14, my son's youngest child from his
first marriage and now in his care,
----whenever Immanuel, a pilot at El-Al is on long flights.
I feel, that these "interruptions" are really an integral
part of my personal "Walk about Love",
and I'm glad to insert here some accidental photos taken during
such a pause in the Walk:
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On
Friday, March 20 ,
in grandma's room:
Great joy
with soap bubbles
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She learns the word and the phenomenon of
"Transparency"
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And yet another facial expression,
while she learns to catch a bubble or two
and let them merge or split
and fly into the air again
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Some of my newly acquired My Walk about
Love equipment
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bubble fly over to a painting,
which was partly painted by her, partly by me following her exact
instructions
Later that day - Shabbat Eve - we meet with Micha,
my younger son's family - in a restaurant.
Tomer and his stepmother are checking the
menu and Efrat advises me what to order,
since it's so rare, that I find myself at such a place.
Micha is paying for me.
Efrat turns to her stepson - no tension for a
change!
My two youngest grandchildren: Mika (3) and Ayelet
(10)
Mika, Ayelet and her father , my son Micha,
with the pretty waitress
Arnon (12), who - unlike Mika and Ayelet
- never fails to hug me warmly, sits to my left
"Take a photo of how Mika gulps",
says her mother to me
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Tomer , for once, forgets himself, immerged
in his drawing
I'm a fan of braids. Ayelet usually has braided
hair, but Mika shows off braids, made by me, for the first time
Mika, for once, sits on my lap, and plays
with Arnon.
I stretch out my right arm and catch this scene with my camera
I am fascinated with the illumination in
the restaurant:
The next day, Shabbat, March 21, 2009, Spring
Equinox, we had to attend an event
which had been programmed by the wider family for many months.
Neither me nor Efrat should have joined it,
but then - there is nothing happening in my drama, which I haven't
staged myself:
And when we, Efrat and I, on our drive back, asked ourselves,
why each of us had created this,
I knew very well:
It was for the sake of experiencing a strong contrast to the Walk
about Love,
which would help me to commit myself to the Walk even more ardently.
Eliahu Shavit wanted to gather the descendants of the Hahn sisters.
He had done so 3 years ago, and when I saw the photos, I regretted,
not to have taken part in it myself,
and this, because I hadn't been invited personally and did not
really feel that I belonged to that family.
Once upon a time there were three sisters, born into a Jewish
family called "Hahn" in Berlin.
The eldest , Edith, became the wife of my unhappy father-in-law,
Franz Rosenzweig,
and therefore - 23 years later - my own mother-in-law, still alive
when her son became the father of MY son, in 1963.
She had two younger sisters: Gertrud, who married Siegfried Jordan
and Ilse, who married Otto Strauss.
Those two fled from Nazi Germany, when there was still time,
while Edith, the widow, lingered on
and she and 16 year old Rafael just made it with the very last
ship,
which left Europe with the "outbreak" of World War II.
The sisters all died in the seventies,
but their descendants are spread all over Israel, yes only in
Israel and not abroad.
Of course, I was always connected to the families of Rafael's
first wife: of Joel and Dita,
and as long as I was married to Rafael (1964-1980) also to the
families of Gertrud and of Ilse,
whose only living son - Eliahu - changed the family-name Strauss
into Shavit, and is the only one alive of the sisters' children.
When I agreed to follow the invitation , which was addressed to
me personally this time,
I hoped, I would meet my daughter Ronnit, whom I rarely get a
chance to meet,
since she still needs to be distant from me.
But when we reached the location at Alona park, near Benjamina
- an area in Israel, with which I'm not familiar at all -
we learnt, that Ronnit was very sick, and that neither her husband
Uri,
nor any of the four children would attend the gathering.
Efrat and in front of her: her
daughter Mika and Ayelet, Micha's daughter
My heart fell to the bottom, especially
since I knew,
that my daughter-in-love , too, had come only for meeting our
closest family.
"What do I have to do with the
other families?"
The second aspect of this unpleasant event was that it was extremely
cold on that Shabbat.
"I now feel even more, what
you go through in the evenings and nights during the Walk about
Love",
Efrat said to me, while we were shivering.
The third aspect was, that nobody gathered us for at least looking
at each other and hearing each others' names.
This, in fact, was exactly like on "The Walk about Love":
my pleading with Rea on the first day in Eilat
"to announce little circles
for getting to know each other",
was considered unnecessary.
From among 66 descendants (including the two divorced wifes of
Rafael, Ines with her partner, and me),
48 had appeared - all the "young" generation had preferred
to stay away,
and the many children - who can sort them out?
But when we arrived, the first of two programs was put into action,
as if we had joined a group of the Society for Nature Protection,
as I had done only once - during the Succot festival
in my scholarship year in Israel from Sept. 13, 1960 till July
3, 1961.
The first program was to try and watch the red buzzard,
which - sometimes .... - can be discerned around here.
The guide was the husband of Eliahu's daughter Edna,
a professional bird-watcher.
I wasn't interested and stayed close to Efrat and Mika.
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