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

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Stage 5 - 2005_04_11; not completed "Thousands of Pathes in the Desert" Appendix: DESERT PATH MEDITATION

Last Communication with Deity 2004-10-02 2004-10-15 2004-10-22 2004-11-24 2005-01-07 2005-01-16 2005-01-28 2005-02-13 2005-02-25 2005-03-13 2005-03-21 2005-03-22 2005-04-05 Contact

As to my "Thousands of Pathes", which was the destination written on my bus,
and the life-long endeavor "to walk my path" physically,
see also:
"Fight for a Tree and Flight to Egypt" [also in Hebrew!]
"Dawn over the Succah" and "Walking the Road from Desert Succah to Desert Town"
and also during my 30 months of living in a flat in Modi'in:
"My Hill, My Path, My Trees"

Once upon a time
a child from the little desert town Mitzpe-Ramon
went on a school trip to the Galilee.
Watching the forested hills , the child felt frustrated:
"But all those trees are hiding the view!"
This is how a feel today in a non-desert landscape!

There were very few delights in my childhood.
One of them was the forest! Der Wald!
The forests of South Germany.
When in Stuttgart, my home-town, finally a library opened for the book-starving girl of 12,
the first book I borrowed was called "Christus", and the second book dealt with "Der Wald".

When I immigrated to Israel at the age of 26,
I kept missing only two things:
the regular sounding of church bells and the forest!
Today, after 41 years in Israel, I still miss the church bells,
but forests make me feel claustrophobic.
And not only, because I got lost for 44 hours in an endless mountain forest in the Pyrenees in 2001,
but because I fell in love with the nakedness of the desert in November 1987,
and have never fallen out of this love since then...

Desert earth, devoted or rebellious Desert wind, relaxed or tempestuous, Desert moon, radiating or veiled; Naked and pure is the desert earth She conceives, she gives birth to love and grace, compassion of Wo/Man, compassion of Wo/Man towards him/herself. 1993

I suggest, that you, who may open this page, follow me
in contemplating the views, seen from the future path.

It may be a training towards SEEING and SENSING.


In "Succah in the Desert" I used to say to the guests:
"Do not complain about the lack of a proper toilet!
Instead savor the opportunity to see and sense!
By looking for a hidden place, and cowering there,
you'll become sensitive to the changing perspective
of the composition of hills and valleys and the sky.
Walk ten steps and you'll marvel at the change,
how this hill goes down and that hill comes up,
and this wadi disappears and that wadi appears.
Rejoice with me in the moving naked desert!"

Samira's place disappears, the closer we come to it.
For we are climbing down, down this "male" rocky mountain range,
till we reach the confluence of the "Samira Wadi" and the "Yahia Wadi"..
After we'll cross the juncture , we'll walk up a soft slope,
the beginning of huge "female" breast-shaped hill,
which will eventually drop down to Samira's "Love Wadi"

Let's not only look south, towards the foot of the range,
but also to the west , where the the dry river I came to call the "Samira Wadi
delights in creating a sweeping, elegant curve...