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See below:
2010_12_23 scanned old negatives about "Succah
in the Desert", 1990-1991
interspersed with 2 docs about my Partnership
involvement in 1975 and 1977
InteGRATion into GRATeFULLness
Close-ups of my Past
2007_06_04: Closeup of 2006_05_22
My Birthday Trauma
2007: I wanted to heal my Birthday Trauma
by a one-time project:
a Birthday Camp for all grandchildren at the Dead Sea.
The end-"product" , the Camp, was satisfying in itself,
though only six of the nine invited took part (the tenth was still a baby).
But the process towards this "manifestation in the exterior world"
was so atrociously painful,
that I now have to heal not only the old Birthday Trauma, but the new Birthday-Camp
Trauma.
And this is how it should be.
For as long as i am not whole, I am not able to produce balanced manifestations,
and therefore should "cease
to manifest"!.
See today's
page "New Pattern of Manifestation" in "Nourishment from others".
Part of this healing will be by installing this page with last year's documents.
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 This professional photo was taken, before we left bombarded Stuttgart, to hide at an aunt's house in a small town, Borna, near Leipzig, spring 1943 |
 My first day in school in a class of four. In March 1944, the authorities provided for evacucation to a little village in South Germany. There were 200 inhabitants, among them 40 children from first to eigth grade, who all learnt in one room with one teacher. |
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This must be Ursel's , my smart sister's, first day in school
in 1945,
before or after the Occupation Authorities closed all schools for half a year,
and before the French authorities in our village confiscated cameras and radios.
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And this is the invitation to the Birthday Camp at the
Dead Sea,
which I finally sent - after meticulous ....sculpting....its content...
I wanted it to not exceed two printed sheets...
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 I put a riddle to them: Who is this baby? Nobody ever answered. It is Tomer during his circumcision, November 1994 I don't seem to own any other photo with me and one of the ten grandchildren at this early age. |
Their birthdays
within the Jewish Year: Tomer, November 8, 1994 Mika, December 20, 2004 Itamar, Februar 24, 1996 Jonathan, April 15, 1991 Yael, May 9, 1996 Rotem, May 24, 1993 Arnon, June 12, 1996 Elah, August 7, 1987 Alon, August 8, 1991 Ayelet, August 14, 1996 |
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I've kept a folder with all the interactions
that followed this invitation,
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The reaction
- which did not come as a surprise, but neither could it be avoided
- was such,
that I had to enter another major trauma of mine:
My "Godesh" - in Hebrew -
or in English:
My "BEING TOO MUCH"
Before I'll go on with this page - if ever -
I want to dedicate a separate page to the documents,
which witnessed my predicament a year ago.
Part of the solution is indeed "ceasing to manifest",
but there is another part to it,
which is to accept my BEING TOO MUCH wholly,
even if this causes so much pain to others and to myself.
to
former accidental closeup of my Past
to
next NOT accidental closeup of my Past
December 24, 2010, continued
I went to a shop for scanning old negatives. Their order
is accidental.
On this page I'm inserting photos of "Succah
in the Desert" in 1990
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"Partnership Diary", 1977,
160 continued
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"Liberty through Responsibility", 1975, page
53b, continued Among my scarce bibliographic
comments,
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I am the hostess not only for paying guests, but also
for visitors, about three per day on the average
It's a bad picture of my daughter, but I'm glad that
I have it
- and can recall the time when she supported me in realizing my vision.
Here she works in the kitchen of the Abraham-Succah
| "Partnership Diary", 1977, 160-161
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"Liberty through Responsibility", 1975, page 54-55
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Whenever Immanuel, my son , came to visit, I had work
for him to do -
just like nowadays (January 2011),
only that now it has to do with computer and Internet...
I don't remember the Bedouin girl , who is standing in the entry to the Abraham-Succah.
But it is one of the pictures which prove, how welcome our Bedouin neighbors
were then,
unlike today....., according to a most horrid, disgusting experience I had
in January 2010....
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"Partnership Diary", 1977, 159-162
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"Liberty through Responsibility", 1975, page 55056
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On Nov. 17, 1999, we had moved my bus and Channah's
minibus into this wadi below "The Hill of the Angels' Flight".
In January Dani Kish began to build 8 succahs,- eight, because the first one,
at the foot of The Hill , flew away.
And since I hadn't been pleased with this spot from the beginning, Dani had
to build another succah at his own expense.
When Pesach came near, 3 (or 6?) families registered as guests, though we
had not advertised anything,
and though I had to work like hell, to close some of the still open triangles
of succahs -at least from the side of the wind.
[see
a photo of me working on the Sarah-Succah]
The guests had no idea what expected them and they were furious!
I needed all my skills of "supporting"
people, when they are swept by feelings,
in order to make them accept this as "an experience", at least for
one night, though they had registered for two.
The next morning one man told me: "We were
so angry, but then one of us noticed,
that each of the families happened to stay in a Succah with the name of one
of the couples!"
I had other, happier, visitors during Pesach: all my children!
The three "men", my sons and my son-in-love, worked for hours -
without any electric device -
to construct a three-dimensional Star-of-David, which I had proposed as a
shower-"room".
On this picture the men endeavor to move the structure to its intended place,
while the women watch.
In the foreground: Channah gives food to the three donkeys (see
the donkey-story)
| "Partnership Diary", 1977, 162-163
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"Liberty through Responsibility", 1975, page 56-57 |
| "Partnership Diary", 1977, 163-166 |
"Liberty through Responsibility", 1975, page 58
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Continuation
of the sequence of old slides about Succah-in-the-Desert between 1989 and
1992
interspersed with 2 related documents about my Partnership
involvement in 1975 & 1977