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!"
A
R A R A T - H E A R T
A Vision about Peace
between the Desert Nations in the Middle East
and between Wo/Man and Desert Earth
Christa-Rachel
Bat-Adam or MARYAM
2005_02_20
It's twenty years today,
that my mother, Maria Guth, died in my arms.
She, the Christian, is buried in Jerusalem,
opposite Rachel-Immênu Street,
while my children's Jewish grandmother, Edith Rosenzweig,
is buried in Germany.
My mother's "Losungsbuechlein" for that day
contained the promise of Psalm 91, "For he shall give his angels
charge over thee,
to keep thee in all thy ways,
they shall bear thee up in their hands,
lest thou dash thy foot against a stone." which consoled me on my
harsh pathes in the Desert
and in the "Deserts of my life".
The photo was taken in my home-town Stuttgart, in 1941-42,
on one of the rare home-leaves of my German soldier father, killed
in 1943
q-ra', q-ra', q-ra' - ra' ra' ra' I wake up in the morning - in
my one-room flat in Arad -
with the screaching of "the crows" [ra' means "bad, wicked,
evil" in Hebrew]-
so terribly familiar on every single morning
in most of the years of my life
which where so burdened
with obligations and duties and commitments.
And why today?
Because it's Friday with its two "duties",
two duties,
can you believe it???
working on "Rakhaf" on order and beauty
and walking down from there to my double mission:
creating trust with Samira's family
and empowering them to become the pioneers of ....
For
5 months I've been walking down, often up,
once or twice a week, this difficult path
between "Rakhaf" above and "The Beqi'ah" below [in Hebrew: Biq'at Haqannaim, the
Zealots' Valley,
called like that because of its closeness to Massada]
an enclave of 17 Bedouin families.
Does the name "Rakhaf" mean anything?
It is , first of all,
the name of a huge waterfall close to the Dead Sea.
Much further up, 1000 m above the Dead Sea,
are the beginnings of the Rakhaf rivulets
which flood with rain water in winter.
It's there, where Sa'ar Carmieli, born in Arad
and until last week a businessman in Tel-Aviv,
has started to realize his dream of an ecological-educative desert
hosting enterprise.
It's where - on July 13, 2004- Sa'ar proposed to me
to erect my tent and to realize my vision from there .
In these days I was led to understand
that I have to distance myself from "Rakhaf"
and "hover" and "tremble" and "vibrate"
over it,
while still being deeply connected
to my "partners" there.
For this is what "rakhaf" or "rikhouf" means
also:
to hover , to tremble, to move, to vibrate.
I'll explain at the end, why this is so meaningful.
My Kingdom with
its capital in my one-room flat in the town Arad
and its 3 provinces: my DeadSea Cave and Hot Spring,
the tent on "Rakhaf" and Samira's Family in the Zealots'
Valley.
I
choose the stress of not understanding the Bedouin dialect of
Samira's kids,
but do I choose the frustration of working on "Rakhaf"
3 hours twice a week?
It's not contributing directly to realizing my vision, and it's
not good for Hagai.
I "breathe,
move and sound" those terrible getting-up-feelings on
this Friday,
hoping, that after this bms I'll attract the experiences towards
choosing anew.
Then - as agreed - comes Hagai with the Rakhaf-car to bring me
to my work.
It's green now and the Bedouin sheep
and goats pass our way to the horizon - "Rakhaf" .
Hagai and Tamir are now responsible
on Rakhaf.
Hagai is there all the time, Tamir 2-3 days.
Hagai feels at his right place -- finally
and I am so happy,
and even happier
when he showed me the things he created
or had started to create.
Just before Oree
and Narda left - unplanned - they added another room to their cabin.
As if to prepare for Hagai and Tamir, my "partner-trainees"
as their successors...
To
the left: Tamir's part of the cabin, to the right: Hagai's part
They are true desert people,
Tamir Peleg (34)
and Hagai Lev (31).
They even both play the Næi.
Towards the end of August 2004
we had some fruitful hours
In
all the months we've coped so hard to become true partners,
I never saw Hagai paint or draw anything.
Suddenly I find this beautiful image on the "wall".
It's still there - my pyramidal tent.
It proved its resilience and stability through all the storms and floods.
Soon it may be ready to fulfill its role, its... destiny...
2010 Continuation of how
the families of those who were once my partners, are growing See a composition
also at the bottom of
Learn&Live 2,
BIRTH and BRIT and BURIAL on Friday, October 15, 2010, in Jerusalem,
with the family of my dead sister's eldest daughter
On August 20, 2010, a son is born to Paz and Yuval-David.
On October 8, 2010 - A son is born to Tamir and Hilah.
The birth of both boys occurred on Friday, i.e. on the Eve of Shabbat, and
therefore also the brith-milah,
8 days later.
I didn't attend the brith of Nehorai-Chaim at 6AM at Neve-Eitan, but I attended
the brith of Re'i-Benjamin in Jerusalem.
Religious Tamir listens attentively to one of
his religious friends
Scarf-covered Paz and bare-headed Hila and the
new-born
Yuval-David
and Ashir-La-El,
[to the left .
See more about Ashir La-El below.]
Behind and intermingled
with a couple I don't know
and one of Tamir's brothers-in-law in the front
are three of my German family:
Regina, one of the twins, Ralf
Tamir read the blessings for his son, soon to
be circumcised
My problem of how to get back to town and to the graveyard
was solved,
when Yacob, the brother-in-law of Hila's mother, volunteered to drive us.
Since he lives in the desert like me, at Yeruham
, quite close to "my" Arad,
we got involved in a vivid talk about his dream of a business of tourist-guides.
He appreciated that I empowered him with fervor towards realizing his dream-
(after all, my main "profession" is "Training
Dreamers"...)
When we got out of the car opposite the
graveyard with my mother's grave, Yacob asked: What's your name?
And reacted excitedly to the "Bat-Adam": Look, what is written on the backside of my car:
Adam mi-Yisrael !"Please, guard life~"
Yacob and my German family in the German Colony across
the Templers' graveyard
4 days later - on their/our way to Safed - I asked my family to pass by
Neve-Eitan in the
Jordan Valley,
leave me for about 4 hours with Paz and Yuval-David, drive to the Kineret and
then fetch me for Safed.
This was my chance - despite the difficult transport - to give Nehorai-Chaim
and his family my blessings.
Yuval-David teaches "Ecology" in
the regional school, Neot
Ha-Yarden
which is adjacent to Neve-Eitan.
I met him in the green-house and rejoiced in this pretty scene:
Mother and newborn son to the left, father to the right
and in the middle Ashir-La-El who was born on Sept. 26, 2008,
just when I "happened" to be at Neve Eitan with Tomer,
see
K.is.s.-Log 2008_09_26 + the two following pages.
I was and am moved by the little girl's attention to me!
She seems to see me as third grandma and I' gladly accept this.
Her father wanted me to see their very special synagogue.
And so Paz let this "earthen" environment inspire our deep talk.
The women's gallery is to the right behind the curtain,
but now we three women + a baby son sit in the main room of the clay covered
synagogue
Ashir la-El in front of the Torah-Ark
View from the Womens' Gallery across the white curtain
May these three children and the two couples learn
to create Heaven-on-Earth, for themselves, for their families and for all humankind!
duties,
can you believe it???
